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| Selected poems：W.S.默溫（W. S. Merwin）的《世界的十字路口及其他》 書名：世界的十字路口及其他 作者：W.S.默溫（W. S. Merwin） 譯者：伽禾 出版社：人民文學出版社 出版日期：2024/08 這是一本詩集。美國當代詩人W.S.默溫的詩歌創作始終在追溯古老的傳統，他既追溯中世紀的傳統以及部落的文化傳統，也發掘現代主義詩歌的各種傳統。對他來說，完整的生命才寫得出詩歌，詩源於內心對錶達的深切渴求。他寫的一切都具有神話般的特徵，就像古代的吟遊詩人，吟唱的卻是我們這個時代。W.S.默溫一生創作頗豐，譯者伽禾從詩人生前出版的多部單行本中選出83首詩，彙編成這本詩歌精選集，集中體現了詩人的創作風格和精神追求。 〈學習一門死去的語言〉 你沒什麼可說。要 先學會聽。因為它死了 不會自己接近你，你也不能 憑借自己掌握它。因此當它被 傳授時你必須學習安靜， 哪怕並不理解，也要記憶。 你記住的會積累。想充分理解 最簡單的你要懂得 整個語法所有詞形的屈折變化 和整個體系，和它所具有的 唯一的意圖，因為它死了。 一次你只能學習一點兒。 要求你記住的 是在你之前記憶從死亡的乏味中 拯救出的。言語已死亡的語言 唯一的意圖是秩序， 只有在有人忘記的地方才不完整。 你會發現那種秩序會幫助你記憶。 你所記住的成為你自己。 學習將是培養對那統領一切的秩序的 意識，如今純粹由 熱情構成；在它本身尋找它， 直到最終你也許會發現構成它的熱情 從它的言語也從你自己聽到它。 你記住的會保存你。記憶 不是反復排練，而是傾聽從未 安靜下來的東西。所以你要學習的是 從逝者、秩序和自己的意識中 記憶值得記憶的，聽出熱情 當你沒什麼可說。 Learning a Dead Language There is nothing for you to say. You must Learn first to listen. Because it is dead It will not come to you of itself, nor would you Of yourself master it. You must therefore Learn to be still when it is imparted, And, though you may not yet understand, to remember. What you remember is saved. To understand That least thing fully you would have to perceive The whole grammar in all its accidence And all its system, in the perfect singleness Of intention it has because it is dead. You can learn only a part at a time. What you are given to remember Has been saved before you from death’s dullness by Remembering. The unique intention Of a language whose speech has died is order Incomplete only where someone has forgotten. You will find that that order helps you to remember. What you come to remember becomes yourself. Learning will be to cultivate the awareness Of that governing order, now pure of the passions It composed; till, seeking it in itself, You may find at last the passion that composed it, Hear it both in its speech and in yourself. What you remember saves you. To remember Is not to rehearse, but to hear what never Has fallen silent. So your learning is, From the dead, order, and what sense of yourself Is memorable, what passion may be heard When there is nothing for you to say. 〈光的聲音〉 我聽到羊群經過殘破的石灰岩小路 踩著蜷曲的褐色葉子，葉從胡桃樹枝上早早落了 時值夏末，關節屈伸 多麼輕盈，我可以 聽到它們的咳嗽它們的叫聲和喘息甚至是暖的 冒著油汗的羊毛摩擦殘牆破壁，我聽到它們 一路經過空蕩蕩的小路，還有時間 穿著黑鞋的女人們慢慢爬著 石蹬去教堂，源源不絕炫目的山 圍繞青草般窸窣的聲音 在用板條搭的百葉窗另一邊 微浪繼續在鵝卵石上耳語 一個小時的炙烤，沒有風，今天是星期天 句子都沒有開始或結束，有時間 又有卡車不斷地隆隆駛過 剎車的噪聲從街道騰起 我忘了它們正在奔突的是什麼季節 人行道上的鑽頭粉碎的是什麼年月 這是你坐在那裡的那年 如你早晨還在對我說話，我聽到 你穿過燃燒的一天，我觸碰你 為了確定而且有時間仍然有時間 The Sound of the Light I hear sheep running on the path of broken limestone through brown curled leaves fallen early from walnut limbs at the end of a summer how light the bony flutter of their passage I can hear their coughing their calling and wheezing even the warm greased wool rubbing on the worn walls I hear them passing passing in the hollow lane and there is still time the shuffle of black shoes of women climbing stone ledges to church keeps flowing up the dazzling hill around the grassy rustle of voices on the far side of a slatted shutter and the small waves go on whispering on the shingle in the heat of an hour without wind it is Sunday none of the sentences begins or ends there is time again the unbroken rumble of trucks and the hiss of brakes roll upward out of the avenue I forget what season they are exploding through what year the drill on the sidewalk is smashing it is the year in which you are sitting there as you are in the morning speaking to me and I hear you through the burning day and I touch you to be sure and there is time there is still time 〈雪〉 落了灰塵在空中翻落 落進下午日光 穿過友人的聲音 落了影子穿過門 落了沒有翻動的書頁落了名字落了腳步聲 落到每面牆上肖像 落了白髮 落了花朵盛開 落了手觸摸並停留 落了遲到的運氣和遲到的種子 落了整首音樂落了山上的光 落了雲的時間 落了白髮 落了河流陡然變寬 落了鳥兒在空中消失 落了我們一起交談 落了我們傾聽彼此 落了我們一起躺著 落了我們熟睡 落了白髮 Snow Comes the dust falling in the air comes in the afternoon the sunbeam comes through the sound of friends comes the shadow through the door comes the unturned page comes the name comes the footstep comes to each wall the portrait comes the white hair comes with the flowers opening comes as the hands touch and stay comes with late fortune and late seed comes with the whole of music comes with the light on the mountains comes at the hours of clouds comes the white hair comes the sudden widening of the river comes as the birds disappear in the air comes while we talk together comes as we listen to each other comes as we are lying together comes while we sleep comes the white hair 〈西窗〉 開裂的灰泥和拼補的薄磚 作隔斷用的乾木板不久前還有生命 通通落下房屋顯得空而完整 我看見一直在屋裡的東西 歷經多少出生歲月死亡卻無人注意到 這些房間一直從屬於一個整體 無言的光撫摸地上的碎石 彷彿很熟悉以前也曾這樣撫摸 窗戶繼續活著彷彿它們 自成一體站在外面每一塊都有自己的一塊天空 朝南殘破的門檻朝著山坡和村莊 朝北面向田野和山谷 然而西窗才是迎接似乎即將到來的 時刻天光默默地移動穿過 高窗和藤蔓停留在石框 劈削的邊緣台階在垂直的岩石上蜿蜒 在小路和花園的端下溶在坡頂牆上的鴿子 它瞭解得多麼徹底甚至包括我腳下的塵埃 和地板上的窟窿灰漿碎片 它們以前在那裡也會在自己的時間裡持續 就如在那扇窗透進的光裡映照的那樣 The West Window When the cracked plaster and patchwork of thin bricks and dry boards that were partitions out of lives not long gone had fallen and the room emerged empty and one I was seeing something that had been there in the house through births ages deaths but that no one had set eyes on a whole that the parts all the time had been part of then the wordless light fingered the rubble on the floor as though it had come upon it there formerly and the windows went on with their lives as though they were separate and outside where each had a sky of its own to the south the wrecked doorway toward the slope and village to the north the opening onto fields and valley but it was the west window that the moment seemed to be coming from the day moving in silence through the tall casements the ivy watching from the hewn edges that framed the rough stone stairs winding under the rock face below the lane and garden wall and the pigeons on a gabled roof how completely it all knew itself even to the dust at my feet and the dark holes gaping in the floor the colored pieces of plaster it had been there once and it would be there in its time as it appeared to me in the light from that window |
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