一眼被海报吸引就加入书架了,翻译缺乏了点诗的韵律之美,甚至有些读来拗口,离信、达、雅有那么些距离。
读的第一本英文诗歌,倒是一本学习英文的读物,学到了少新词汇,读完之后翻译水平可能会有所提升吧。
诗人的浪漫在于漫步云端,大地,用他宽容、温和的眼睛去发现世界的美,万物在他的笔下都变得鲜活、灵动起来,被谱成了优美的乐章。
诗中多次提到静默,黄昏,月色,夜色,朝阳,田野,绿草,溪水,飞鸟,流萤……诗人爱它们,它们在他的心里旋转、跳跃,拨动,如山间清泉流淌在诗人的心里,然后在思绪的激荡下成型——跃然纸上,就连阴影、狂风暴雨也变得和煦,诗人的语言像情人间的呢喃细语,把爱意轻声诉说。
或许这几句诗
最能体现诗人的极致之美:
Straybirds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
“夏之飞鸟,飞临吾窗,歌而复去。
秋之落叶,无以咏怀,叹息而逝。”
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers a-nd death like autumn leaves.
“使生如夏花之绚烂,死如秋叶之静美。”
Strom of midnight,like a giant child awake-ned in the untimely dark,has begun to pla-y and shout.
“子夜的风雨,如一个巨大的孩子,在不合时宜的黑夜里醒来,开始游戏和喧闹。”
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lu-cks in the sky.
I hear the vioce of their wings.
“思想掠过我的心上,如一群野鸭飞过天空,我听见了它们的鼓翼之声。”
The sunshine greets me with a smile.
The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.
“太阳微笑着向我问候。”
“雨,他优闷的姐姐,向我的心谈话。”
My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
“我的昼间之花,落下它那被遗忘的花瓣。
在黄昏中,这花成熟为一颗记忆的金果。”
I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
我像那夜间之路,正静悄悄地谛听着记忆的足音。
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