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《琼浆酿制者》策兰诗,姜海舟译

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发表于 2014-5-18 17:11:56 | 显示全部楼层 |阅读模式
《琼浆酿制者》

他们收获自己眼睛的美酒,
他们驱散一切哀伤,这也是:
夜晚之境,
夜晚,他们倚靠着的墙,
石头因而相抵,
石头上,他们的拐杖探入
无声的回馈——
他们的拐杖,曾在,
曾在秋季,
在极度饱满的一年,葡萄丰腴,
曾欲打破沉默
直抵沉思的井筒。

他们收获,他们把酒榨出,
他们就像自己的眼睛一样按住时光,
他们将泪盈盈渗出的美酒窖藏,
在阳光葬身处他们准备就绪
用夜晚僵硬的双手:
所以嘴会为此渴望,接着——
新嘴,和他们自己的一样:
凑向无知和无能——
嘴从冒起泡沫深处吮吸,同时
天堂降入到惨白的海洋,
远远地,蜡炬成灰一样,闪着微光,
尽管最终嘴唇变湿。



The Vintagers

They harvest the wine of their eyes,
they crush out all of the weeping, this also:
this willed by the night,
the night, which they’re leaning against, the wall,
thus forced by the stone,
the stone, over which their crook-stick speaks into
the silence of answers –
their crook-stick, which just once,
just once in fall,
when the year swells to death, swollen grapes,
which just once will speak right through muteness
down into the mineshaft of musings.

They harvest, they crush out the wine,
they press down on time like their eye,
they cellar the seepings, the weepings,
in a sun grave they make ready
with night-toughened hands:
so that a mouth might thirst for this, later –
a latemouth, like their own:
bent toward blindness and lamed –
a mouth to which the draught from the depth foams upward, meantime
heaven descends into waxen seas, and
far off, as a candle-end, glistens,
at last when the lip comes to moisten.

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