「母語的邊界」香港國際詩歌之夜十五週年丨伊馮・勒芒
岸
[法] 伊冯·勒芒
树才 译
她坐着
坐在她的四十公斤里
面朝大海
大海广阔得
如同她向我方
提议的问题
我遐想
在物化眼前
她坐着
坐在双目之下
坐在天外之下
她的眼睛在看
在守护她所看的
她的手中
她到此岸时才会翻开它
就像一个孩子
对着太阳，对着伙伴
才会展示手中的玻璃球
她的眼睛
延迟到天边
一直延迟到
不成收回之点
她坐着
坐在她的四十公斤里
坐在她的八十二岁上
她终末一次
证实地球的四周
被大海环抱
凭着她的眼睛
她在海上行走
她撞到了海平线
为了给大海
翻开
天外之门
她准备着
在末日那一天
第一个抵达
The Shore
Yvon Le Men
She sits
all of six stone
by the sea
vast
like the questions
I imagine
she asks herself
when faced with death
She sits
in full view of it
beneath the sky
her eyes watch
and keep what they watch
in her hand
which she stretches out on the other side
like how a child shows marbles
to the sun
and to its friends
She raises her eyes
to the horizon
she drags herself
to the point of no return
Sitting
all of six stone
her eighty-two years
she checks one last time
the lay of the land
by the sea
with her eyes
she treads water
She knocks on the horizon
to open
to the sea
the gateway to heaven
She is preparing
to be first
on the last day.
Translated from French by Tammy Lai-ming Ho and Oliver Farry
成齐，杜甫草堂
[法] 伊冯·勒芒
树才 译
给树才
昨天
在林边的房子里
我读到一首杜甫的诗
它写到
八世纪
皇上听不见匹夫的呼号
妇女们陡然地合手紧锹，扶住犁
壅塞到处侵入脱落的荒废
它还写到
二十一生纪
干戈残忍，诛戮不休，
东谈主什么齐不是，沦为鸡狗......
今天
在杜甫草堂
我念了一首我方的诗
在蓝蓝的天外下
成齐的天外时常灰蒙蒙
简略在修起
杜甫的诗句
天外阻止我
赠我以微风
往时他还写到
唉！我唱头一句
仍是是悲歌
因为这些诗句
因为那些诗句
男东谈主们
女东谈主们
聚到沿途
像每一个东谈主
无论是天子
照旧子民
聚到杜甫草堂
看他的诗
我也许能看见
他当年所见
千百次访佛的知足
行东谈主的主张
他们走动复去
生活的每一个细节
历来如斯
成就
谢世
故去
生活也有惨的一面
读他的诗
我细目能看见他咫尺所见
若是他还谢世
生活
卖柿子的东谈主
磨刀的东谈主
还有那位妇女自行车上
搭了个小餐馆
生活
不错这样说
是那些外来的民工
盖成了大楼
直到摩天
夜间摊开算作
躺在一块木板上
那里
齐雷同
当生活之河把东谈主分开
有些东谈主就活在惨的一边
读他的诗
我看见
一位老媪戴着红帽子
衣着红色职责服
眼睛无疑是玄色的
她打理街上的纸板箱
就用手莫得刀
她把纸板折叠成被子
折出好多褶皱
又用脚踏成一堆
用两根奢睿的手指
像布列塔尼女东谈主
在硬泥巴地上舞蹈
她把它拽向
一块生活的大地
再次折叠
从口袋里掏出细绳
然后离开
布绳索捆着纸板箱
关联词去那里？
能值几个钱？
是那一天的糊口钱
把阿谁夜晚悬起
看杜甫的诗
我看见
一个男东谈主
衬衫比外衣还长
右胳背拽紧
他女儿的左胳背
鸭舌帽歪斜在
天外和脑袋之间
他擦鞋
整排牙齿齐在笑
这儿缺一颗
那儿少
一粒
冲着女儿直喘息
以这位老媪的风光
不管哪一位妇女
以这个男东谈主的风光
不管哪一个男东谈主
无意
是善的风光
无意
是好意思的风光
咱们一直读这个诗东谈主
咱们爱他
他因为爱而失去了一切
以致他我方
但他在梦里
在他的诗里
还邀请
另一个伟大的梦者
另一个伟大的诗东谈主
李白：月下独饮的不朽的放逐犯
余亦东蒙客，
怜君如弟兄。
醉眠秋姜被，
联袂日同业。
……
咱们绝对地拆开
一切名分和权力
就让咱们的情念念
在大海之上翱翔
我在我的家里
读到一首杜甫的诗
写于745年
我在杜甫草堂
念了一首我我方的诗
作于2015年
凭借这些标记作念成的词
就像云变幻出形象
在无尽的天上
在咱们的眼睛内部
At Chengdu, in Du Fu’s House
Yvon Le Men
For Shu Cai
Yesterday
in my house by the woods
I read a poem by Du Fu
who as far back
as the 8 th century said
The Emperor does not hear the cry of his people.
In vain the brave women grabbed the spade and drove the plough;
Brambles and thorns have everywhere overrun the desolate soil
and who again
says in the 21st century
war is still rife, and the carnage relentless
Without caring more for the lives of men than those of hens or dogs…
Today
in front of Du Fu’s house
I read one of my poems
under a blue sky
in the often grey Chengdu sky
as if it were replying to Du Fu
who wrote
heaven sends me an indulgent breeze
to keep me company
because he had written
alas! my first song, already
a sad one
it’s for these verses
for those verses
that came
from men
from women
like everyone
from emperors
like no-one
in the house of Du Fu
If I peer into his poems
perhaps I will see
what he saw
on the landscape oft-repeated
in the eyes of passers-by
oft-revisited
by all of life
for aeons
being born
living
dying
sometimes from the wrong side of life
if I peer into his poems
I will surely see what he’d see
if he were alive today
the life
of the kiwi-fruit-vendor
of the knife-grinder
of the woman who carries a restaurant
on her bicycle
the life
if one may
of the migrant workers
who built the cities of China
up to the sky
whose nights are spent
lying four to a plank of wood
everywhere
always
when the river of life separates those who live
or live not from the right side of life’s river
peering into the poems of Du Fu
I see
an old woman in a pink cap
and a pink jacket
with eyes
that are no doubt black
she tackles cardboard boxes in the street
by hand with no knife
folds them like sheets
that won’t fold
tamping them with her feet
almost like dancing
like how in Brittany we used to dance on clay
to stretch it like a floor
to live on
she binds them
with string hanging from her pocket
then she leaves
her cardboard over her shoulder
but to where?
at what cost?
at the cost of her life the day
that dangles from her night
peering at the poems of Du Fu
I see
a man
his shirt sticking out from under his jacket
his right arm hanging onto
his son’s left arm
the cap slanting
between heaven and head
he wipes his boots
smiling with all his teeth
his lack of teeth
planted here
and there
in his breath gaping wide over his son
It’s in the name of this woman
of any woman
in the name of this man
of any man
of their goodness
betimes
of their beauty
so
that we still read Du Fu’s poems
that we love them
because he loved to the point of losing everything
losing himself
to the point of inviting into his dreams
in his poems
that other great dreamer
that other great poet
Li Bai, the immortal banished to earth drinking alone under the moon
…
I love him like an elder brother.
Tipsy on wine
in Autumn we sleep
under the one cover
…
We scorn all talk
of rank and power.
Let our thoughts and our feelings
wander freely
on the vast oceans
I read this poem by Du Fu
written in Autumn 745
in my home
I read a poem of mine
written in Autumn 2015
at his home
through words that act as signs
like clouds make pictures
in the boundless sky
though not with our eyes
Translated from French by Tammy Lai-ming Ho and Oliver Farry
译者简介：树才， 诗东谈主、翻译家，体裁博士。1965年生于浙江奉化。1987年毕业于北京异邦语学院法语系。1990-1994年在中国驻塞内加尔使馆任酬酢官。现赴任于中国社会科学院外文所，并担任香港诗歌节基金会学术参谋人。著有《单独者》《树才诗选》《节律进修》《灵魂的两面》《心动》等诗集；译著有《勒韦尔迪诗选》《夏尔诗选》《法国九东谈主诗选》《杜弗的动与静》《小王子》《给孩子的12堂诗歌课》等。2006获“徐志摩诗歌奖”。2008年获法国政府“考验骑士”勋章。2017年获“十月诗歌奖”。2020年获“陈子昂诗歌奖·翻译家奖”。2023年获首届“李叔同海外诗歌奖（组诗主奖）”。2023年获法国政府“体裁艺术骑士”勋章。
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