爱情小诗-中英文对照

——孙帅(Sunshine) 于2004年11月27日搜集整理

In Rainy September

Robert Bly

In rainy September, when leaves grow down to the dark,
I put my forehead down to the damp, seaweed-smelling sand.
The time has come. I have put off choosing for years,
perhaps whole lives. The fern has no choice but to live;
for this crime it receives earth, water, and night.

We close the door. “I have no claim on you.”
Dusk comes. “The love I have had with you is enough.”
We know we could live apart from one another.
The sheldrake floats apart from the flock.
The oaktree puts out leaves alone on the lonely hillside.

Men and women before us have accomplished this.
I would see you, and you me, once a year.
We would be two kernels, and not be planted.
We stay in the room, door closed, lights out.
I weep with you without shame and without honor.

多雨的九月

罗伯特·勃莱

多雨的九月，树叶越长越瘦，日渐灰暗，
我将前额俯伏在潮湿的沙滩，海藻腥涩。
时机已经到来。我已将选择迁延多年，
或许已是几生几世。除了活着，蕨菜没有选择；
因为这一缺憾，它承接着水、土以及黑夜。

我们关上门。“我对你一无所求”。
黄昏来临。“能享有你的爱，这已足够”。
我们知道我们可以天各一方。
毕竟，秋沙鸭会离群孤飞。
橡树在孤山脚下径自将叶子铺展。

在我们之前，男男女女都能做到这一点。
我会去见你，你也能来看我，一年一次。
我们将是两颗脱壳的谷粒，不是为了播种。
我们蛰伏在房间里，门关闭着，灯熄灭了。
我陪你一同抽泣，没有羞耻，顾不得尊严。

Winter Poem

Robert Bly

The quivering wings of the winter ant
wait for lean winter to end.
I love you in slow, dim-witted ways,
hardly speaking, one or two words only.

What caused us each to live hidden?
A wound, the wind, a word, a parent.
Sometimes we wait in a helpless way,
awkwardly, not whole and not healed.

When we hid the wound, we fell back
from a human to a shelled life.
Now we feel the ant’s hard chest,
the carapace, the silent tongue.

This must be the way of the ant,
the winter ant, the way of those
who are wounded and want to live:
to breathe, to sense another, and to wait.

冬日的诗

罗伯特·勃莱

冬日飞蚁颤动的翅膀
期待着贫瘠冬季的结束。
我爱你，我的方式迟钝而迂腐，
几乎完全沉默，除了只言片语。

我们各自隐秘地活着，是何缘故？
一道伤、那场风、某个字、或者父母。
有时候我们痴等，无助而笨拙，
既非成竹在胸又不能坦然释怀。

当你我掩饰起伤痕，我们便已
从人类退化成一种带壳的生命。
此时我们感到了冬蚁坚硬的前胸，
它的甲壳，它那沉默的舌头。

这必然就是蚂蚁的方式，
冬日的蚂蚁，那些受到伤害而仍想
存活下去的生物便有着这样的方式：
呼吸、感受他人、还得等待。

At Midocean

Robert Bly

All day I loved you in a fever, holding on to the tail of the horse.
I overflowed whenever I reached out to touch you.
My hands moved over your body, covered with its dress,
burning, rough, an animal’s foot or hand moving over leaves.
The rainstorm retires, clouds open, sunlight
sliding over ocean water a thousand miles from land.

海中央

罗伯特·勃莱

一整天，爱你有如发烧，抓着马尾巴在跑。
每当我伸手将你触摸，我便是洪水的泛滥。
我的双手在你覆盖着衣裙的身体上游移，
炽热、粗糙，一只动物的手或脚在落叶上走。
暴风雨止息了，天开云散，艳阳高照
在远离大地千里之遥的海洋上掠来扫去。

Ferns

Robert Bly

It was among ferns I learned about eternity.
Below your belly there is a curly place.
Through you I learned to love the ferns on that bank,
and the curve the deer’s hoof leaves in sand.

蕨

罗伯特·勃莱

在丛生的蕨中我懂得了永恒的皮毛。
你的小腹下有一块卷毛之地。
我通过你学会如何爱堤岸上的蕨类，
以及小鹿的蹄子留在沙上的曲线。

A Man and a Woman Sit Near Each Other

Robert Bly

A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not long
at this moment to be older, or younger, nor born
in any other nation, or time, or place.
They are content to be where they are, talking or not-talking.
Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know.
The man sees the way his fingers move;
he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.
They obey a third body that they share in common.
They have made a promise to love the body.
Age may come, parting may come, death will come.
A man and a woman sit near each other;
as they breathe they feed someone we do not know,
someone we know of, whom we have never seen.

一男一女促膝而坐

罗伯特·勃莱

一男一女促膝而坐，这样的时刻
他们不会渴求更老或更加年轻，抑或
生在另一个国度、另一个时间或地点。
他们心满意足于此情此景，无论交谈或者沉默。
他俩的呼吸共同为某个我们所不识的人提供养分。
那个男人看着他手指动弹的样子；
他看到她的双手围拢着一本递过来的书。
他们服从着他们共享的另一个身体。
他们早就作出承诺：爱这身体。
年龄不会去，分离会到来，死亡终会降临。
一男一女这样促膝而坐：
他们呼吸时，为我们所不识的人提供养分，
某个我们知道但却从未见面的人。

At the Time of Peony Blossoming

Robert Bly

When I come near the red peony flower
I tremble as water does near thunder,
as the well does when the plates of earth move,
or the tree when fifty birds leave at once.

The peony says that we have been given a gift,
and it is not the gift of this world.
Behind the leaves of the peony
there is a world still darker, that feed many.

牡丹盛开的时节

罗伯特·勃莱

当我走近那艳红的牡丹花
我颤抖，有如湖水因雷霆而颤动，
犹如地球板块移动时的深井，
又如五十只鸟儿同时飞离后的树冠。

牡丹花说我们被赐予一份礼物，
并不是这个俗世的馈赠。
牡丹花的叶子背后还有一个世界，
更加阴暗，为很多人提供养分。

中英对白

Robert Bly

“Love poems seem to ask for every bit of musicianship we have, because they
can so easily go out of tune. If the poem veers too far toward actual events,
the eternal feeling is lost in the static of our inadequacies; if we confine
the poem only to what we feel, the other person disappears.”
from Loving a Woman in Two Worlds (1985)

“爱情诗似乎要求我们发挥我们拥有的每一丝音乐家禀赋，因为它们实在太容易跑调了。如果一首情诗太滑向真实事件，那么我们不能充分感受便导致一种静态，使得永恒的感情在其中丧失；如果我们将情诗只局限于我们所能感觉的，那么别人就会消失。”
选自罗伯特·勃莱《在两个世界爱一个女人》（1985年）的序言

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