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| Selected poems：秀實的《與貓一樣孤寂》 書名：與貓一樣孤寂 作者：秀實 英譯：梁欣榮 出版社：香港詩歌協會 出版日期：2016/12 〈絕版四重奏〉 絕版I：後 立秋以後如給囚禁在密室般 思想萎縮，逐漸凝固為一顆流浪的 行星。帶著火燄劃過無邊的冰冷 晚間漫空都是節慶璀璨的煙花 人群背後有我微弱的光線如 話語紛紜中絕對的靜默 只有妳，睡前眺望這個城市 驚訝於漆黯的夜幕後 有那麼平靜如夢的南方 對著這般世相，我將致以 最後的演說然後推門 穿過喧囂走向那暴雨中的陌生地 Out of print: a quartet I. Thereafter After autumn arrives I feel like incarcerated in an insulated cell My thoughts wither, slowly coalescing into a drifting Planet, leaving a fiery trail across the infinite icy frigidness While vibrant festive fireworks light up the evening sky Behind the crowd there it is, my source of light, feeble as The absolute silence amid an assortment of conversation topics And you, alone, take a good look at the city before you sleep Surprised to find behind the pitch dark curtain of night A South as serene and peaceful as in a dream Apropos of the world as it is, we will present A parting speech before pushing open the door To thread our way through the clamor into a strange land pelted by heavy thunderstorms 絕版II：黄昏 黃昏之後樹下便無一點語音只有落葉枯槁的靜默 枝椏上的這個城市已暴露在季節的紊亂中 浮雲佇立著，月亮漂移如無人之舟，妳朝南 而坐 徹夜不息的風讓我和我的往日萎靡在窗前 II. After Dusk After dusk all is quiet under the trees, save the withered silence of the fallen leaves The city atop the branches already shows seasonal signs of disarray Clouds stand motionless, the moon drifts like an abandoned raft, you sit facing south The wind that blows through the night leaves me and my yesterdays languishing in front of the window 絕版III：與貓一樣孤寂 掩上廚房與衛生間的門口 用鐵欄柵把房間和客廳分隔 如批閱摺奏般深宵不寐在讀網和寫詩 而那獸，只能無精打采地 躺在秋涼的瓷磚地板上，盯著這個 只有風扇的風而無平原草動的荒涼 牠那褐黃的斑紋說明牠屬於猛獸科 出沒於堆疊的書山，伏在無人的沙發 逡巡於飯桌和椅子的腳樁如樹樁間 無邊的孤寂困鎖著牠原野的本性 有時我把牠困在三十平方呎的陽臺上 盆栽緊靠著如叢林，晾衣架外有星光垂落 牠會躺在欄杆上，靜看外邊滿城鐙火 當我到廚房喝水或吃藥時 牠會回眸，或發出一聲嚎叫 我看到牠那夜間的瞳孔如看到我自己 IlI. Lonely as My Moggy I close the doors to the kitchen and the restroom And bar the living room from the bedroom with an iron fence I roam the net and write poetry as if I were editing papers through the night And that beast, lying listlessly On the ceramic floor tiles cooled by autumn wind, staring At the desolation of winds from the fan rather than the undulating grasses of a steppe Its auburn tabby coat bespeaks a predatory heritage Wandering in and out of the mountains of books, hiding on the uninhabited sofa Prowling between the legs of the dining table and the chairs as if they were tree trunks An infinite loneliness keeps its wild nature at bay Sometimes I lock it out in the 30-square-foot balcony With potted plants dense as a forest, and starlight dropping in from beyond the clothes drying racks It lies on the railing, quietly observing the city lit up outside When I venture into the kitchen for some water or to take my pills It turns its head and squints at me, or perchance growls As I catch sight of its nocturnal pupils I seem to see myself as well 絕版IV：永恆 我已知道錯誤而我堅持走向自毀的終局 那非一場遊戲，但我有笑臉像在遊樂中 尋找的那人和那人的牽掛，都是茫然 除了詩歌的語言，我不懂語言 荒誕的世界下著一場冰雹 打砸著我小心翼翼搭建的堡壘 我是無枝可樓，非關樓房與產業 遊走在白天的城市與黑夜的城市間 尋覓無人知曉的時光，叫永恆 IV. Eternity I realize the mistake yet I insist on a journey that ends in self-destruction It isnt a game, and yet my smiles boom like it is Its all futile, the one I am seeking versus the lingering feelings I know no other language than that of poetry A hail storm batters the world of absurdity Devastating the fort I painstakingly erected Now I am shelter-less, notwithstanding the houses and properties I own Wandering my way through the city caught between daylight and darkness Seeking a moment of existence that no one knows; eternity is its name 〈漂流〉 漂流在昨日彎曲河道上的那人是不是我 那些如夏花之臉容，如黃昏雨滴之歎息聲 都只不過是浮雲般倒影為散亂的絲絮 在小鎮夜間淒冷的燈火下穿過 漂流在今日彎曲的河道上那人，仍不是我 四月，一堆佝僂的枯枝長滿了芒刺的果實 彎曲的河道不曾枯竭，明天我會漂流其上 城內的街道已掇滿陌生的旗幟，人群如潮 溺水是最好的終結，讓所有的漂流抵達彼岸 Drift No idea if it was me drifting on the curve of the river yesterday Those floral faces of summer, sighs that mimic rain drops at dusk Are but a chaotic mess of fine yarn-the reflection of clouds in the water Passing underneath the cold and dismal street lights of a small town at night Still, that wasnt me drifting on the curve of the river today April, when a bunch of crooked branches all bear thorny fruits The curve of the river never ever runs dry. Tomorrow will be my turn to drift on it Strange flags already line the streets of the town, everywhere a deluge of humanity Drowning is the best way to end this, when all who drift reach the yonder shore 〈流螢〉 那些攏聚著的發光點子，是我沉默的話語 雨後的世界除了一片荒涼便無冰與火 飄移的黑暗與凝固的光亮，都是夢 而夢是真實的，我從虛妄的城市中來到 看流螢，如撫摸到茫然未知的來生 腐草枯葉的溪澗上，孕育著風燭殘年 孤單無比的存在與掙扎，我乃漂流至此 夜色涼如水，蒼老的宇宙在閃爍其詞 Fireflies Those glowing specks that huddle together, are my silent remarks After the rain the world is left with no ice or fire but an expanse of wasteland Shifting darkness and coagulated brightness, are but dreams Real dreams, that is. Here I am, from a city of delusion For the fireflies, much like a clueless caress of the unknown next life Flickering last moments of incomparable loneliness and struggle Nurtured in a rivulet of rotten grass and leaves, I then drift over Cool as water is the night, an aging universe flashing ambiguous alibis |
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