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  导读:作者吴玉垒,本名吴玉磊,曾用笔名偶尔、恪一客等,中国作家协会会员。译者北塔:原名徐偉鋒,詩人、學者、翻譯家,系世界詩人大會常務副秘書長、中國外國文學研究會莎士比亞研究分會秘書長。
 
  吴玉垒,本名吴玉磊,曾用笔名偶尔、恪一客等。中国作家协会会员。曾受聘担任首届中国新诗发现奖初评委和总评委。在《诗刊》《星星》《北京文学》《新文学评论》《百家评论》《文艺报》等报刊发表诗文数百首(篇)。诗歌、评论入选多种权威选本,部分被译介到国外。十余次获省级以上诗歌征文大赛奖。出版诗集《与黑夜同享烛光》《在另一个方向上》《万物竖起耳朵》(汉英双语版)及诗文合集《松青六人行》(与人合著)等。

安耳河

一路磕磕绊绊,拖著清朝
末年的小脚,把沿途的荒凉
装点成荒诞,在我十岁的
日记里,像一条祖母的项链
泛著可疑的银光
英雄和强盗的传说,是两片
婴儿的尿布,在两岸
轮番招展。少妇的红肚兜
顺著一千个男人的目光
搁浅在滚烫的沙滩上
据说,安耳河要改名金银河了
可是这又有什麽不同
那时常在我梦中出现的
依然是两个光屁股的孩子
一个,在水中淘沙
(他去了哪里)
一个,在沙中掏水
(他去了哪里)

2006.05

THE AN'ER RIVER

Stumbling all the way, dragging bound feet
Of the end of Qing Dynasty and decorating the desolateness
Along the way into absurdity, it was like a necklace
Of grandma shining with doubtful silver light
In my diary whenI was ten
Legends of heroes and bandits
Are two baby nappies fluttering alternatively
On its banks.The red bellyband
Of a young woman was stranded on the scalding sand
Beach along a housand men' s sights
Its said that the An er River will be renamed
As the Gold and Silver River. What’s the difference?
There appear in my dreams
Still the two naked babies
One was once panning sand from water
(Where is he now)
One was once drawing water from sand
(Where is he now)

2006.05


在另一个方向上

我看见一群鱼,还看见一群鸟
还看见我,在它们中间
像一棵树,忘乎所以
像一面旗帜,辨不清南北
更像一片落叶,愚蠢地
模仿游泳,还有飞翔
我看著我,在另一个方向上
真是多馀,仿佛一盏灯
照不见黑暗的影子,仿佛
一把火,烧不著自己的错误
在一群鱼和一群鸟的中间
哈,总之是多馀的一个,人

2007.03.19


IN ANOTHER DIRECTION


I see a shoal of fish and a flock of birds
I also see myself between them
Like a tree forgetting itself
Like a banner unable to distinguish the south from the north
More like a fallen leave stupidly imitating
Swimming and flying
I am looking at myself, truly superfluous
In another direction, like a lamp
Unable to illuminate the dark shadow and like a fire
Unable to burn its own mistakes
Between a shoal of fish and a flock of birds
Ah, in short I am a superfluous---man

2007.03.19


沙尘暴

我在窗前,你在车里
他在脚手架上面
我关紧窗子,你拉紧车门
他闭紧嘴和眼
电视上说
啊,春天来了

2007.03.30


SANDSTORM


I was behind the window, and you in a car
While he, on a scaffold
I closed the window, and you closed your car
While he closed his mouth and eyes
The television said:
"Oh, the spring has come."
.
2007.03.30


条 件

终于有了这样一个合适的地点
合适的时间,我把我的影子
摆放在马路上,我想让它替我
宣读一篇酝酿已久的宣言
真是太狡猾了!它一点都不像我
一辆车开过来,它竟然毫釐不差地
站了起来,又一辆车开过来
它又不差丝毫地闪开了。现在
又有一辆车飞快地冲过来、冲过来
这一次,它居然又神奇地脱逃了
一连五十辆车,每辆车都无济于事
这个无赖,它何以如此精确
总在我以为就要成功的一瞬将我出卖
——可是,一辆什麽样的车
才能让他痛彻肺腑地叫出声来呢

2007.04.06


CONDITION

Finally I found such a suitable place
And time to put my shadow
On the road. I wanted to let it replace
Me to demonstrate a long prepared manifesto
It's really crafty, not like me at all!
Unexpectedly it stood up without the slightest error
Just before a car came. It jumped aside
the very moment another car came. And
A third car was speedily rushing over
Yet unexpectedly and miraculously again it fled
Fifty cars in succession could not succeed
How could the rascal so accurately
Betray me the very moment I thought I could succeed
---Yet, what kind of a car
Can make he cry out his painful heart?

2007.04.06


还有多少爱可以重来

还有多少爱可以重来?还有多少痛
能让我们毫不迟疑地叫出声来……
这个日子,我试著逃离往事的烟幕
但是晚了。我试著不捲入
接下来的风起云涌,但也已不能
你知道岁月的流失不在于让我们老去
你知道一粒微尘也怀著梦想
在五楼阳台,我不止一次看见
落日的馀晖越过群山的苍茫
在扑向地面时却迟疑了一会儿。或许
是树木和心跳挽留了它们
挽留了它们却又守口如瓶
仿佛那里有不可预示的命运
有我的渴望和感恩
而那些惧怕黑夜的灯,依次
会成为谁目光中的英雄
一个忘记了讚美的人
此刻正沉湎于内心里的风吹草动


HOW MUCH LOVE

CAN BE REGAINED

How much love can be regained? How much pain
Can make us cry out without any hesitation...
On such a day, I try to flee from the past smoke screen
Yet it's too late. I try not being involved
In the following rising wind and surging cloud, yet its' impossible
You know that the passing of time does not lead to our aging
You know that even a grain of dust has its own dream
At the balcony of the 5th floor, more than once I have seen
The afterglows of the setting sun transgressing the vast mountain
Yet they hesitates for a second before they dashes to the ground
Maybe it's the tree and heartbeat that have persuaded them to stay
They stayed, yet as silent as a vase
It seems that there are my unpredictable fate
My thirst and my gratitude
In whose eyes will those lanterns afraid of dark night
Successively become heroes
A man who has forgotten praises is now immersed in his own heart
There the grassis moving when the wind passes
 
  北塔,原名徐偉鋒,詩人、學者、翻譯家,系世界詩人大會常務副秘書長、中國外國文學研究會莎士比亞研究分會秘書長,曾受邀赴美國等20余國參加各類文學、學術活動。有作品曾被譯成馬其頓文等10余種外文。曾在國內外多次獲獎。已出版詩集《滾石有苔》、《巨蟒緊抱街衢——北京詩選》,學術專著《照亮自身的深淵——北塔詩學文選》和譯著《八堂課》等各類著譯約30種。有“石頭詩人”之稱。
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