加载中…【译诗】 《一首歌》 约瑟夫·布罗茨基
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【译诗】
《一首歌》 （A
Song）
多希望你在这，亲爱的，
多么希望你在这。
我希望你坐在沙发上
我坐近你。
这手帕可能是你的，
眼泪可能是我的，在下颌打转。
当然，它也可能是
恰恰相反。
多希望你在这，亲爱的，
多么希望你在这。
我希望我们坐进我的车，
你转动排档。
发现我们自己身处他方，
或者我们会弥偿
那些我们曾去的地点。
多希望你在这，亲爱的，
多么希望你在这。
我希望我不曾知晓天文
当群星显现，
当月华掠吻过太息、
并辗转梦中的水域。
我希望打个电话给你
还是有25分硬币。
多希望你在这，亲爱的，
在这个半球，
当我我坐在门廊上
呷一罐啤酒。
入暮了，日光西斜；
男孩叫喊而海鸥呜咽。
遗忘何用之有
若垂死紧随其后？
1989
译于2015.3.12
【原诗】
A Song
Joseph Brodsky
【原诗】
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
the handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car,
and you'd shift the gear.
we'd find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
To where we've been before.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water
that sighs and shifts in its
slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number.
I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
sipping a beer.
It's evening, the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
What's the point of forgetting
If it's followed by dying?
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