《海外文苑》我知道,迁徙与雨天无关,是对时间异乎寻常的逃离(大洋洲及其它)

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《海外文苑》我知道,迁徙与雨天无关,是对时间异乎寻常的逃离(大洋洲及其它)

海外文苑23年19期

主编:佩英

本期特约顾问:叶如钢 Anna惠子

廖世敬 曹谁

本期翻译:佩英 曹谁

澳大利亚

莱斯·威克斯(Les Wicks)的作品已在37个国家的16种语言中发表。他的第15本诗集是《Time Taken – New & Selected》(Puncher & Wattmann,2022年)。他是世界诗歌运动大洋洲澳洲代表。

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然而

汉译:佩英

 

种子,在不经意的罅隙间无处不在

深埋在碎石间

希望般不显眼。种子

肮脏,在一场雨后变得清洁。

少数能看到它的眼睛只看见荒芜

然种子已随雨水渗透钻进土壤

真菌… …菌丝在土壤下蔓延

如村庄的范围。菌丝

感知重生

向上伸展 向着依然模糊的 光之诺

下一场雨将更干净

嫩芽在腼腆的掌声中升起

最坚韧的虫子从烧焦的树皮钻出巢穴

眯着眼,一如千亿年间初生的所有物种一样

乌鸦从山巅俯冲而下

裸树下有腐肉

海平面以下8000千米处

浮起大胆的鳃鱼

海洋之下一片莫名之丰腴

翻篇了,那个糟透的世界

洗刷后,换新颜

 

Yet

By Les Wicks

 

Seeds. Everywhere amongst the careless char

so deep in the rubble

as insignificant as hope. Seeds.

A filthy rain shakes itself clean.

Those few eyes left see desolation

but seeds have begun to burrow with the runoff.

Fungus… hyphae spread out beneath ground

the size of a village grid, this mycelium

sensing rebirth

reaches up towards

what is still a diffuse

promise of light.

The next shower will be cleaner

sprouts rise in a timid applause.

From burnt bark the hardiest grubs emerge from their burrows,

squint upon emergence as all born things have done across eons.

Crows veer down from the peaks towards

carrion revealed beneath denuded trees.

From 8000 metres below sea level

the braver snailfish rise

amidst an inexplicable bounty beneath the ocean’s skin.

Life has had it worse before

& plans anew in a world fresh-scoured.

 

菲利普·萨洛姆(Philip Salom),澳大利亚著名诗人,已经出版十四本诗集和五部小说。他的诗歌赢得了国内外的广泛赞誉,包括两次获得伦敦的英联邦诗集奖,两次西澳大利亚州总理奖和纽卡斯尔诗歌奖(1996年和2000年)。菲利普获得了澳大利亚著名的克里斯托弗·布伦南奖,这是一个授予“持续的品质和卓越”的终身成就奖。他的文集《井口》(The Well Mouth)是《悉尼先驱晨报》年度图书和《阿德莱德评论》年度图书。他最近出版了《另类世界》三部曲。他最近的小说入围了迈尔斯·富兰克林奖。

 

音乐知道万事万物

汉译:曹谁

 

因为键盘上排满悲伤

所以音乐会悄然到来。

如果这世上充满忧伤

音乐需要有第一乐章

摇滚乐队的即兴疯狂。

孤独和尚的黄色帽架在键盘旁跳舞,

直到他扁平的双手直接演奏爵士乐。

不快乐?音乐禁止它的存在。

让它走。音乐坐在原处播放。

这就是移情。它像一个老骗子一样坐着承受痛苦。

他说音乐太悲伤

他感到兴高采烈。

他从过去的悲剧中醒来,

直到他激动地喘着粗气,双腿抬起,双臂弯曲

向下,又紧又软,他感觉到它进来了。

只是潮汐或太阳风暴。太阳在我们内心深处,

就像它自己的遥控器,改变我们的心灵频道。

音乐这样做,只是为了与我们相知。音乐想要我们。

 

Music Knows Everything

By Philip Salom

 

Because it was his unhappy mind on the keyboard

the music came.

If there’s unhappiness to be had

music wants the first movement or the rock band’s

improvising madness.

The lonious Monk’s hat stand

and dancing near the keyboard until his flat hands

bounce on jazz, direct.

Unhappiness? Music banned it.

Told it to go. Music sat down in its place and played.

It is transference. It sits down as an old fakir stands

and takes in the pain.

He said the music was so sad

he felt elated. It is old tragedy he wakes from until

gasping with emotion, his legs lift up, his arms bend

down, tight and soft, he feels it coming in.

Just tidal or sun-storm. A sun in the middle of our insides,

like its own remote, changings our channels.

Music does this, just to know us. Music wants us.

刘·斯蒂尔(Lou Steer)自2010年以来一直从事诗歌创作和表演。2015年至2018年期间,她组织了Caravan Slam。2022年,她所在的表演团体Fierce Violets在悉尼边缘艺术节(Sydney Fringe Festival 2022)上获得口述诗歌奖提名,并在梅特兰德IF作家节上进行了演出。2023年,她获得了悉尼西区(Inner West Council)的演出资助,在EDGE Sydenham和悉尼边缘艺术节(Sydney Fringe Festival 2023)上进行了演出。她的现场表演可以在YouTube和SoundCloud上观看,她的诗歌广泛发表在许多选集中。她还在SkudRow 88.9FM广播台上主持节目《近在咫尺》(Close to Home)。

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粗糙如砂纸

汉译:佩英

 

粗糙些

成一颗细小的沙砾

一粒把你鞋跟磨出洞的沙砾

如鸟喙平一座山

用百年

成一张硬化的石榴石砂纸

磨滑你粗糙的边缘

如此光滑, 为指尖细腻的抚摸铺平道路

被砂纸打磨过的曲线玲珑毕现

成为一把镶钻的锉刀,藏在面包里

用它雕刻处一条走出沮丧之囹圄的路

并在你走过的路上留下面包屑,指引他人

决心磨平你前行的道路

为你扫平障碍

扫平一切阻碍你成为你自己的物事

扫平一切阻碍改变,奔向新世界的物事

那些磕磕绊绊,沟沟洼洼,结节与纠缠

抛光后如镜子般完美无瑕

照映出完整的你

并展示给世界

让我粗糙

更粗糙,原始些

我已有备而来

 

RAW LIKE SANDPAPER

Lou Steer

 

Be abrasive.

Be that little piece of grit

that wears a hole in the sole of your shoe.

Be that bird whose beak grinds down a mountain

in a hundred years.

Be a piece of garnet hardened sandpaper,

rub off the rough edges,

smooth the way for the hand to move sensuously

over the polished curves that abrasive paper revealed.

Be a diamond crusted file hidden in a loaf of bread.

Use it to carve your way out of your prison of despair.

Leave a trail of crumbs behind you to show others the way out.

Be determined to abrade away

all those things that get in your way,

that stop you from being the person you want to be,

from making the changes you want to see in the world,

the obstacles, rough spots, knots and tangles.

Be the smooth surface polished to mirror clear perfection

so that you reflect all you see,

show it back to the world.

Be abrasive.

Be rough, be raw.

Be ready.

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新西兰

沃恩·拉帕塔哈纳(Te Ātiawa, Ngāti Te Whiti)哲学博士,新西兰诗人,作家。他在香港、菲律宾和新西兰奥特罗亚之间往返。他使用双语:毛利语和英语,以多种体裁广泛发表作品,已出版了九本诗集,2部小说。他的作品已被翻译成马来语、意大利语、法语、汉语、罗马尼亚语和西班牙语。他是超过40本书的作者、编辑或合著者。拉帕塔哈纳是为数不多的坚持以毛利语写作并发表作品的世界作家之一。他的使命是继续这样做,并推动更广泛地使用毛利语写作和出版的必要性。他最新的诗集《te pāhikahikatanga/incommensurability》是以纯粹的毛利语撰写的(附有英语“翻译”),并于2023年由Flying Islands Books在澳大利亚出版。

 

诗歌,和其他价值观念 (顺其自然)

汉译:佩英

 

堆砌辞藻

难以登天,抱歉

诗意莅临

皆出其不意的出口和入口

一样的激动

一样的坚定

不是ABC的字母练习

是一道迷一样的代数算题—

我永远无法理解 且

永远 无法 征服

 

Poetry, and other notions of value

(I timu noa te tai/It’s best to let certain things work themselves out)

By Vaughan Rapatahana

 

attempting to manufacture verse

is quite beyond me, aroha mai.

poetry arrives only through

unexpected exits and entrances,

just as unnervingly,

just as unswervingly.

it is no ABC exercise,

more an algebraic algorithm

which I’ll never comprehend

and certainly

never conquer.

 

爱之绳索

汉译:佩英

 

爱之绳索

制约我

束缚我

爱之拴绳

勒紧我

困扰我

爱之绳索

约束我

包容我

转瞬即逝的

迷恋

舒展我

惊扰我

沉醉其中

俘获其中

然, 我倾心

全心全意

 

the ligature of love

By Vaughan Rapatahana

 

the lasso of love

confines me

consigns me.

the lariat of love

constricts me

conflicts me.

the ligature of love

constrains me

contains me.

this fugacious

fixation

disarms me

alarms me.

enraptured

encaptured,

pero mahal kita.

indeed.

(pero mahal kita – Tagalog – but I love you)

 

巴布亚新几内亚

伊丽莎白·马努艾, 巴布亚新几内亚诗人,90后,现居住于首都莫尔兹比港(Port Moresby),致力于文化教育与识字普及率之运动。她是Facebook面’Whispering plum’的作者,该页面分享诗歌、短篇小说、回忆录和传记。她热爱阅读、写诗,并喜欢观看戏剧表演。

 

诞生

汉译:佩英

 

由两种血液孕育

高处的海水与红树林低处之沼泽地

由同一个洋养育

却各具魅力

我母亲来自陆地, 头戴帕洛特羽毛头饰

身着香蕉叶之裙

携祖先的咒语

我的父亲乃航海者的儿子

勇敢的渔人,海上的斗士

穿洋过海

在南海的地平线处安家落户

诞于文化之混合体

传承传统与传奇

我, 乃集万千于一体

 

Birth

By Elizabeth Manuai

 

Conceived of two blood,

High seas and mangrove mud

Fed by the same ocean

Yet aired different notion

My mother belonged to the land

Of parrot feathered headband,

Pandanus fibered skirts

And ancestral land curses.

My father; the son of seafarers;

Great fishermen and sea warriors

That voyaged across the ocean

Settling on the Southern horizon

Emerged from the ambers

of a combination of cultures,

Traditions and legends carried on

I am a thousand in one.

 


比利时

阿格龙·舍勒(Agron Shele)- 比利时生于1972年10月7日,出生于阿尔巴尼亚珀尔梅特市莱斯卡村。已出版个人诗歌和小说集13部。他是国际文选协调员,包括:《Open Lane-1》、《佩加西亚达,Open Lane-2》、ATUNIS杂志(Nr 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)以及Atunis Galaxy文选2018年、2019年、2020年、2021年、2022年、2023年。他获众多国际文学奖项。他是阿尔巴尼亚作家协会的成员,美国俄亥俄州世界作家协会、Poetas del Mundo、WPS、Unione world Poetry的成员,以及国际诗歌星系“Atunis”的主席。他的作品出版在许多全球文选中,如2008年、2017年年鉴、2009年、2013年、2015年世界诗歌年鉴,《第二创世纪-2013年》、2015年意大利Kibatek、波兰Metafora、希腊Keleno等。他目前居住在比利时,致力于出版具普世价值的文学作品。

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这一次

汉译:佩英

 

这一次

当你听到雨水从青铜的天空落下

一整排乌鸦树变黄

你扪心自问

为何唯有树高耸入云?

公园空荡荡, 日子一天天发霉

为何,你何你无动所衷?

或许是让你想起那逝去的光阴

仿佛从未如此苍老过

如同一只孤独的鸟, 在冬日到来时成弃鸟

求生是唯一需要

这一次

你迷失在思绪里

满脸只留悲伤

肮脏的皮肤只剩苍白的纹身

这是你能感受到最后一个季节的抚摸

让你想到漫长都星夜

一切让人忧伤

……当时光流逝

只见古老的教堂上有彩虹凝视

水彩画般的天空

你能听见僧侣们来去时的低语

却听不到钟声

意味着什么?

只觉自己是一座受虐已久的雕像,双臂环绕

等待罪虐被宽恕

如果如此容易就好了

偏不, 魔鬼日日噬咬灵魂

那令人生厌的眼睛死死盯着一样东西—

唯一的

那纯洁的圣女玛利亚

 

 

This time…

This time,

When you hear the rain that falls over the bare trees from a bronze sky

And the rows of raven trees all yellow

You ask yourself

Why only a tree stands tall?

In an empty park, lonely rotting day by day

Why do you care?

Maybe because that reminds you the time that has passed

And you feel more older than ever

Like a lonely bird abandoned when the winter comes

Surviving is the only chance

This time,

When your thoughts are lost

And your face shows nothing more than sadness

In pale colours remained tattoo over your filthy skin

That is when you feel the touch of the last season

That is what reminds you of the long starry nights

All of this turns your spirit blue

….when the time passes

You can only see a rainbow that stares over an old church

Acrylic glass

You can only hear the whispers of monks as they go

But you can’t hear the bell

What does that mean?

You feel like an old abused statue with crossed arms

You wait for your sins to be forgiven

If only it was that easy

But no, your demons consume your soul every day

Your disgusting devious eyes only stare at one thing

The only

The innocent saint Magdalene.

 

 

我知道

汉译:佩英

 

我知道

总有一天你会明白

羽毛是飞鸟的证明

消失在遥远的地平线

不再回头

无庇护之所

愤怒的小鸟

远走高飞

逃离阴影的烦忧

我知道

迁徙与雨天无关

与花开无关

那是对时间的异乎寻常的逃离,当空气中浸淫着土地痛之气息

无辜的叶片纷纷坠落,以为生而有意义之名,直至疯狂

我知道

黑暗带来孤独之夜

没有光,没有希望

也没有带来自由的梦想

没有明天

只有与混乱有关的黎明

其感觉如同梦碎后的毒药

我知道

那尖叫声将摧毁残缺的记忆之墙

死而复生

那困在蜘蛛网中的嫉妒将释放

一并那贪婪的人群和没有王冠的国王!

 

 

I know…!

 

I know

One day, you will understand

Feathers stay as proof of a flying bird

Lost far away from the horizon

No turning back

No shelter

Very angry

Far away

Anxiety of an escaped shadow

I know

That this emigration has nothing in common with rainy days

Neither the blooming flowers

It is an unusual escape towards time , when the air smells the pain of

earth.

Death of innocent leaves under the meaning of life until madness

I know

that the darkness brings lonely nights

No light, that gives you hope

No dreams, that give you freedom

No tomorrow

But only a dawn related to the shadows of life in chaos.

It feels like the poison of broken hopes

I know

that scream will destroy the walls of broken memories

And what is dead will return to life

No more envy trapped in a spider web

And the voracious crowds and Kings without crowns.

 


多米尼加

费尔南多·卡布雷拉(Fernando Cabrera)出生于多米尼加共和国圣地亚哥德洛斯卡瓦列罗斯,诗人、散文家、文学评论家、作曲家和视觉艺术家。他拥有西班牙语博士学位,专攻语言学和文学,以及系统与计算机工程学和工商管理硕士学位。他是世界诗歌节联合创始人和联合导演。他创办并主导国际艺术家节“Arte Vivo”。他是多米尼加西班牙语学院的成员。他的诗歌和散文多次获国内外大奖,被翻译成英语、法语、意大利语和汉语。他曾在美国、西班牙和法国大学讲学。他一首诗被收录在Brick Street Poetry的选集《The Polaris Trilogy: Poems for the Moon》中,该选集部分将装载在NASA进行的载人飞行时光胶囊中,作为Space X的Griffin Lander Astrobotic Technologies的一部分。最近他与雷·贝罗亚(Rei Berroa)合著出版诗集《Living Voices, Voces Vivas, Voix Vives》。

 

 

诗歌

汉译:佩英

 

伤吾之耳!

那五音不全之旋律,

注入疏离

 

伤吾之味!

倾泻于吾膝

以幽默与爱意

 

伤吾之嗅!

以扑面而来之芬芳

及残留之蜜意

 

伤吾触!

以诗之魅抚我寸寸肌肤

 

伤吾意!

以灰之海重塑我之灵魂

成你信仰之殿堂……

 

 

希望

汉译:佩英

 

这就是生命之奇迹

宇宙在体内小周天般欢笑和思考

或许因鲁本·达里奥之故

一些致命的期望将我们压倒

野蛮的命运时时令我们愤懑

它耗费我们灵与肉之能量

然, 如果万一,冥冥之中,那无法摆脱的命运

遂人意, 并且

比希冀中更公平和确定

因此次将恒古天长呢?

假如死亡只是

在另一个世界里重生?

 

 

HOPE

By Fernando Cabrera

 

Such is the miracle of life,

that in us the universe laughs and thinks.

However, and perhaps because of Rubén Darío,

we are often overwhelmed by a fatal expectation.

We are anguished by the wild destiny

of mutating flesh and spirit into energy.

But what if, finally,

that inescapable unknown experience

were just as satisfying,

and even more just and certain,

because this time it is to be forever?

What if with death

we are simply born into a different universe?

 

 

你之影

汉译:佩英

 

是大地冲击眼睛,非水之

喷发

是纯洁的处子之胸

回应星辰幽深处先人之召唤

 

是大地冲击眼睛,非水之

云朵般的水色

非鸟投水之痕

非树投水中之神秘柔影

非鱼之瞳截住水波

 

是大地冲击眼睛,非水之

透明之光

非水之流波幻影

非睡眠沙哑喑默之影

非水之孤寂之坚持

非水之滑动的呻吟呼吸

 

是充满你的大地冲击眼眸

 

 

IMAGE OF YOU

By Fernando Cabrera

 

The earth strikes the eye, not the water,

its radical eruption,

its skin on virgin breasts

responding to the ancestral call of the stars.

 

The earth strikes the eye, not the water,

not the water-colored clouds,

not the trail of the bird in the water,

not the mystic image of the tree diluted in the water,

nor the pupils of fish that traps water.

 

The earth strikes the eye,

not the water, crystal of light,

not the water, liquid illusion,

not the water, hoarse image of silence,

not the water, persistence of solitude,

not the water, sweat of breath slides.

 

The eye is struck only by the earth filled with you.

 


意大利

茂罗·法拉利(Mauro Ferrari)1959年出生于意大利诺维利古雷,是puntoacapo Editrice的主编。他还出版了九部书,另加散文集《诗的文明》(puntoacapo,诺维,和短篇小说集《黑暗与寂静之物》(2012年)。
他创办并主编了文学杂志《沙漏》(La clessidra),并曾担任《margo》和《L’altra Europa》杂志的编辑。他是英美文学专家。目前,他担任puntoacapo出版的《意大利诗歌年鉴》(Almanacco Punto della Poesia Italiana)主编。他是“Guido Gozzano”奖,“乌贝诗歌”奖,“Lago Gerundo”奖和“永恒说话之声”奖评委会成员,曾担任亚历山德里亚诗歌双年展的文化主管,现任意大利诗歌双年展主席。

 

实践理性的批评(组诗节选)
汉译:佩英

外面平安无事, 我告诉她
我深感愧疚,为此等生活—
我们之间隔一条冰冷的走廊
生命在落地玻璃窗两头, 我们渐行渐离
她要硬币卖杯茶
—可我们有钱吗?她还要买些水果
她有一头乌黑秀发,她骄傲
她凝视我之双眸,探寻
我是否已被时间吞噬
如何说,如何启齿呢
外面的一切正在消失成尘土
成微尘, 完美是触手不及之物,它渐行渐暗
黑,又由灰转白
至无色透明
最后,只剩一个词,墙上的一个影子, 一道回音
噢不,外面冰山正在融化
我岂敢说,大地正在崩塌
有人死,有人假装活着
我要逃逸。你且待在此地吧
最好找个掩体

 

Criticism of Practical Reason
By Mauro Ferrari

Nothing much is happening outside, I tell her
feeling almost guilty for a life
that flows away from either side of the glass
between us in the cold hall.
She wants some coins for tea
– have we got enough money? – and fruit,
still proud of her black hair
and looking into my eyes to discover
if I am too devoured by time,
What should I tell her, how,
that out there everything is going to dust,
imperceptibly, and that a never-reached
perfection is getting grim,
and black is turning grey then white,
and next it will be sheer transparency,
a word, a shadow on the wall,
an echo.
No, out there the glaciers are melting down,
I dare not say, the ground is crumbling,
some die and some pretend
to live. I must run off,
you just stay here, under cover.

韩国

康秉哲(Kang Byeong-Cheol )韩国作家、诗人、翻译家和政治学博士。他曾获得四个文学奖项,并出版了八本以上的书籍。他于2009年至2014年间是国际笔会囚犯作家委员会(WiPC)的成员。

 

诗诵之缘由
汉译:佩英

哲学探讨红尘俗世
探询普通存在之意义
唯诗阐述生命最幽深之体悟
我择诗而诵
诗中有乐章
站在哲学之河边,我头晕目眩, 当然也有欢笑
唯诗抚我慰我,降我无争
引领我至平静安详之所在
无诗无悯,有惑

诗诵,出离私欲
观照,灵魂向着光
智者曰:“出离,得自由,摆脱贪嗔痴。
耳清目明,见实相”

待一切如梦幻泡影般破灭,世界虚空
实相浮现,挣脱现世之蒙纱
那些痴迷的夜晚将沉沉睡去,真理之魔盒开启

诗诵,我心安祥纯粹
字句编织成有意义的线,修补人世之漏
诗诵,还自由之思想,还激昂之畅想
昭示生之本, 生之美

诗中有自由自在,有万里无疆
诗中自有大美无极
诗诵,诵其雅
与宇宙精神往来,相拥而行

且读且诵,愉之悦之
引航,照明方向

 

Why I Read Poetry

By Kang Byeong-Cheol
Philosophy’s scope is the mundane,
Ordinary existence it seeks to explain.
But poetry may explain life’s profound experiences.
That’s why I choose to memorize poetry,
In its verses, I find a symphony.
From a philosophical standpoint,
I may feel, dizzy and laugh.
Poetry soothes, transcends latent strife,
Leads to contemplation, a tranquil life.
Without poetry, empathy’s hard to grasp,
Humans may be lost in confusion.

Through memorization of poetry, we escape selfish desire,
Engaging in reflection, our souls searching lights.
A wise Man once said,
“Escape and be free,
Escape from self, hatred, madness,
Clear your thoughts and see the truth.”

When illusions are shattered, pure emptiness prevails,
Truth emerges, breaking reality’s veils.
Before the box of truth, ignorant nights’ yearning,
May vanish

As I read poetry, my heart settles and purifies,
Words weave meanings, mending worldly wrong cries.
Poetry sets the mind free, thoughts it stimulates,
Revealing life’s essence, beauty it creates.
In its lines, we find freedom, a boundless realm,
Exploring infinite beauty.
I read poetry, I memorize its grace,
Conversing with the world, on its path I embrace.

So, I’ll continue to read, to memorize with delight,
For poetry guides me, illuminating my sight.

葡萄牙

伊希尔达·努涅斯(Isilda Nunes ),葡萄牙诗人,作家,艺术家,曾获许多国际大奖。她的诗歌在五十多国家的文选、杂志和报纸上发表,并被翻译成多种语言。她是六十本国内外文选的合著者。她参与并组织了许多国内外的文化、文学和团结活动。她担任多项职务,包括世界作家和艺术家联盟(UMEA)创始人;摩登毕提亚运动的语言、文学和演讲艺术委员会主席;国际作家和艺术家国际商会(CIESART)顾问和葡萄牙分会主席;国际友好与文化交流协会世界分会(IFLAC World-Portugal)国家负责人;葡萄牙语国家女性创业者协会(Mulheres Empreendedoras da Lusofonia)副主席;世界妇女和平联合会大使;GPLT-UK-UN & EU的RRM3顾问,以及摩洛哥IFCH和平与人道主义大使;还是Editorial Atunis董事会成员等等。

 

战争之子
汉译:佩英

妈妈, 你知道吗, 昨天我听见你在哭泣
妈妈,我害怕
我意识到你的泪预示着非好事
爸爸有数日不再抚摸我的头
你也不唱妮娜娜娜歌谣了
妈妈, 我觉得冷, 黑夜来临了
我睡不着
我听见雷鸣,撕裂我的心灵
警报声刺穿身体
子弹击中我的未来
我陷入焦虑,如潮水涌入你的子宫,引发抽搐
你的心要炸裂
你的身体要把我排出去
试图抓住缠绕于脚之绳
徒然。它滑脱
妈妈,我害怕
害怕生存在这样一个人类
害怕死亡和杀戮
噢妈妈, 你依然爱我吗?

 

THE SON OF WAR
By Isilda Nunes

You know mother, yesterday I heard you crying.
I was scared, Mom.
I realised that your tears did not augur a good thing.

Dad hasn’t stroked my head in days,
nor you sing Nina Nana.
I feel cold, Mama! I feel night!
I can’t sleep.
I hear, continuously, thunders that shatter my soul.
Sirens that pierce my body.
Bullets that assassinate my future.
I sink in the anxiety that floods your womb in convulsions.
Your heart seems to explode.
Your body seems to expel me.
I try to hold on to the rope that coils around my foot,
in vain. It slips away.
Mother, I’m afraid!
Afraid of living in Humanity.
Afraid of dying and killing.
Don’t you love me anymore, Mother?

希腊

桑蒂·翁德鲁-希尔 (Xanthi Hondrou-Hill) 希腊女诗人,作家,她的诗作
“诗意栖息地”深受世界各地的读者喜爱,诗歌“和平之种”荣获甘地全球和谐协会颁发的第一名奖项。

 

诗意栖息地
汉译:佩英

诗人们活在诗歌里
他们诞生在诗歌里
他们成长在诗歌里
他们被字句抚育
字里行间呼吸
在标点符号里休息
即使离开
也存在于白纸的空白处
存在于铅笔尖上, 以及
在世界上各种语言里, 在他们无限种可能的表达里……

 

POETIC HABITAT
Xanthi Hondrou-Hill

The poets live
in their poems.
They are born in them
they grow up there
they are raised by the words
in the spaces they breath
they are resting on the punctuation
and even when they leave
they exist in the white of every piece of paper
at the edge of every pencil
and in the infinite possibilities of
expression in every language of the world…

 

和平之种
翻译:佩英

在停火的时候
我在地平线的四下播钟
那里,兄弟的血在阳光下泛黑
这是和平之种

在停火的时候,我燃气蜡烛
照亮那条被甘地描绘和传颂过的
精神之路

在停火的时候,我为陌生人打开门
进来分享面包,水和玫瑰
在停火的时候,我用双手
建设新世界

在停火的时候,我抚摸
那一个个靠近我的胸膛
抚平过去的伤痛
我们环抱成圈
跳起舞,欢声笑语,歌唱

在停火的时候
我词章的种子
为世界歌颂
成和平的赞歌

 

Seeds of Peace
by Xanthi Hondrou-Hill

In the ceasefires
I plant at the four corners of the horizon
where the blood of my brothers blackens in the sun
seeds of peace.

In the ceasefires I light candles
to light the paths of the spirit
traced and lived by Gandhi.

In the ceasefires I open the door to strangers
to come and share bread, water, roses.
In the ceasefires I build with my hands
the dreams of children
of the whole world.
In the ceasefires I touch
the hearts of those around me
to erase the pain of the past,
to join together to become a circle
To become dance, joy, song.

In the ceasefires I plant
The seeds of my lyrics
To speak in the tongues of the world
to become an eternal hymn for peace

译者简介


曹谁,中国诗人、小说家、编剧和翻译家,北师大中文硕士,中国当代文学代表人物,领导着“大诗主义”运动。

Cao Shui, a Chinese poet, novelist, screenwriter, and translator, holds a Master’s degree in Chinese Literature from Beijing Normal University. He is a prominent figure in contemporary Chinese literature and leads the “Great Poeticism” movement.


佩英,新西兰硕士,医务工作者,报纸专栏作家。

Christine Peiying Chen, newspaper columnist, Healthcare professional, New Zealand,Post Graduate Diploma (P.G.D.B).

 

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