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Selected poems：《在應許與遺忘之間：阿米亥詩精選》
書名：在應許與遺忘之間：阿米亥詩精選
作者：耶胡達·阿米亥（Yehuda Amichai）
譯者：劉國鵬
出版社：北京聯合出版公司
出版日期：2024/06/01
內容簡介
阿米亥是以色列的國寶級詩人，也是20世紀最重要的國際詩人之一。他的詩透明、睿智、幽默，既有私密的體驗與個人的生活，也有宏大的命題和集體的記憶。在他的詩裡，個人幸福是一切事物的準繩，在動盪不安的世界上，愛——而非上帝，是唯一的避風港。他將現代與傳統，個人情感和普世意義巧妙融合，再現了猶太民族的命運，以及我們每一個人的生存境遇。本書從阿米亥一生創作的詩歌中精選出兩百餘首佳作，囊括了阿米亥創作生涯的各種風格與主題，完整又精煉地呈現了阿米亥貼近生活又富有想像力的詩歌世界。
〈過兩點，有且只有一條直線〉
——幾何定理
一顆行星曾嫁給一顆恆星，
行星裡，有聲音在談論未來的戰爭。
我只知道我在課堂上學到的：
過兩點，有且只有一條直線。
空蕩蕩的大街上，一條流浪狗尾隨著我們。我扔出一塊石頭；狗不肯退卻。
巴比倫王竟墮落到吃草的地步。
過兩點，有且只有一條直線。
你小小的抽泣足以承受諸多痛苦，
就像火車頭的動力可以拉動一長溜兒車皮。
我們什麼時候能一腳踏入鏡中？
過兩點，有且只有一條直線。
有時它與眾不同，有時又和你
合轍押韻，有時我們是單數，有時
是複數，有時我一無所知。唉，
過兩點，有且只有一條直線。
我們快樂的生活變成了以淚洗面的生活，
我們永恆的生命變成了似水流年的生命。
我們的黃金生活成為了黃銅生活。
過兩點，有且只有一條直線。
Through Two Points Only One Straight Line Can Pass
(Theorem in geometry)
A planet once got married to a star,
and inside, voices talked of future war.
I only know what I was told in class:
through two points only one straight line can pass.
A stray dog chased us down an empty street.
I threw a stone; the dog would not retreat.
The king of Babel stooped to eating grass.
Through two points only one straight line can pass.
Your small sob is enough for many pains,
as locomotive power can pull long trains.
When will we step inside the looking-glass?
Through two points only one straight line can pass.
At times I stands apart, at times it rhymes
with you, at times we’s singular, at times
plural, at times I don’t know what. Alas,
through two points only one straight line can pass.
Our life of joy turns to a life of tears,
our life eternal to a life of years.
Our life of gold became a life of brass.
Through two points only one straight line can pass.
〈那是夏天，或它的尾聲〉
那是夏天，或它的尾聲，那時我聽得到
你最後一次從東到西的
腳步聲。世上
頭巾、書籍和人都被忘得一乾二淨。
那是夏天，或它的尾聲，
數小時午後的時光
你便是那時光。
那是你第一次披上裹屍布，
卻渾然不覺。
因為，上面繡滿了花朵。
It Was Summer, or Its End
It was summer, or its end, and I heard then
your steps as you went from east to west
for the last time. And in the world
kerchiefs and books and people were forgotten.
It was summer, or its end,
there were hours of afternoon
you were.
And for the first time you put on your shroud
and didn’t know.
For there were flowers embroidered on it.
〈在別的星球上，你或許是對的〉
“在別的星球上，你或許是對的，
但不是在這兒。”話講到一半，你突然陷入
無聲的哭泣，就像有人信寫到一半，鋼筆沒了墨水，
於是，便從藍墨水換成了黑墨水，
又像是旅途中人們常常變換馬匹一般。
談話越來越枯燥，而淚水
卻是新鮮的。
夏天的種子飛進我們
安坐的房間。窗前，
一棵杏樹越發變得黝黑：
在甜味對抗苦味的永恆戰鬥中
又多了一名戰士。
瞧，正如時間不在時鐘裡，
愛也不在肉體裡：
肉體只是吐露愛情。
但我們會記住這個夜晚
就像從一個夏天到下一個夏天，
游泳的人會記得泳姿一樣。“在別的星球上，
你沒准兒是對的，但不是在這兒。”
On Some Other Planet You May Be Right
"On some other planet you may be right,
but not here." In the middle of talking you shifted
to a silent weeping, as people shift from blue to black
in the middle of a letter when a pen goes dry,
or as they used to change horses during a journey.
Talk grew tired, tears are fresh.
Seeds of summer flew into the room
we were sitting in. In front of the window
there was an almond tree growing black:
one more warrior in the eternal battle
of the sweet against the bitter.
Look, just as time isnt inside clocks
love isnt inside bodies:
bodies only tell the love.
But we will remember this evening
the way swimmers remember the strokes
from one summer to the next. "On some other planet
you may be right, but not here."
〈悲傷和快樂〉
悲傷和快樂交替出現
就像水、水蒸氣和冰，
悲傷和快樂來自同一物質。
我們耳熟能詳。
愛與不愛，同一株玫瑰綻放的
兩種顏色，堪稱奇妙，
這是玫瑰栽培者的成就，
他的名字與玫瑰同在。
多年以後，我們再次相遇
毫無痛苦，我們每個人有的只是自己的安寧。
那是伊甸園
但也是地獄。
Sorrow and Joy
Sorrow and joy alternating
like water and vapor and ice,
sorrow and joy from the same substance.
We knew.
Love and unlove, two colors
in a single rose, it’s wonderful,
an achievement of the rose’s cultivator
whose name stays with the rose.
Many years later we met again
without pain, each of us with our own tranquillity.
That was the Garden of Eden
but it was also hell.
〈間隙〉
在這些花朵變成果實的短暫間隙，
當花已凋零，果未初結之時，
我們會置身何處？在肉體與肉體之間
我們為對方製造了一個多麼美妙的間隙。
眼與眼的間隙，醒與寐的間隙。
既非白天也非黑夜的薄暮的間隙。
你的春裝何以如此迅速地化身一面夏天的旗幟，
業已飄揚在秋天的第一縷風中。
我的聲音何以不再是我的聲音
而幾乎像是一個預言。
我們，多麼美妙的間隙，就像牆縫里的
泥土，為英勇的苔蘚，為刺山柑
提供小小的倔強的土壤，
它苦澀的果子
使我們一塊兒吃起東西來味道更甜。
這是書籍的末日。
接下來是文字的末日。有一天
你會恍然大悟。
Between
Where will we be when these flowers turn into fruit
in the narrow between, when the flower is no longer a flower
and the fruit not yet a fruit. And what a wonderful between we made
for each other between body and body.
A between of eyes, between waking and sleep.
A twilight between light, not day and not night.
How your spring dress so quickly became a flag of summer
that flutters already in the first wind of fall.
How my voice was no longer my voice
but like a prophecy, almost.
What a wonderful between we were, like earth
in the clefts of the wall, a small stubborn earth
for the valiant moss, for the thorny caper bush
whose bitter fruit
sweetened what we ate together.
These are the last days of books.
Next come the last days of words. Some day
you will understand.
書名：在應許與遺忘之間：阿米亥詩精選
作者：耶胡達·阿米亥（Yehuda Amichai）
譯者：劉國鵬
出版社：北京聯合出版公司
出版日期：2024/06/01
內容簡介
阿米亥是以色列的國寶級詩人，也是20世紀最重要的國際詩人之一。他的詩透明、睿智、幽默，既有私密的體驗與個人的生活，也有宏大的命題和集體的記憶。在他的詩裡，個人幸福是一切事物的準繩，在動盪不安的世界上，愛——而非上帝，是唯一的避風港。他將現代與傳統，個人情感和普世意義巧妙融合，再現了猶太民族的命運，以及我們每一個人的生存境遇。本書從阿米亥一生創作的詩歌中精選出兩百餘首佳作，囊括了阿米亥創作生涯的各種風格與主題，完整又精煉地呈現了阿米亥貼近生活又富有想像力的詩歌世界。
〈過兩點，有且只有一條直線〉
——幾何定理
一顆行星曾嫁給一顆恆星，
行星裡，有聲音在談論未來的戰爭。
我只知道我在課堂上學到的：
過兩點，有且只有一條直線。
空蕩蕩的大街上，一條流浪狗尾隨著我們。我扔出一塊石頭；狗不肯退卻。
巴比倫王竟墮落到吃草的地步。
過兩點，有且只有一條直線。
你小小的抽泣足以承受諸多痛苦，
就像火車頭的動力可以拉動一長溜兒車皮。
我們什麼時候能一腳踏入鏡中？
過兩點，有且只有一條直線。
有時它與眾不同，有時又和你
合轍押韻，有時我們是單數，有時
是複數，有時我一無所知。唉，
過兩點，有且只有一條直線。
我們快樂的生活變成了以淚洗面的生活，
我們永恆的生命變成了似水流年的生命。
我們的黃金生活成為了黃銅生活。
過兩點，有且只有一條直線。
Through Two Points Only One Straight Line Can Pass
(Theorem in geometry)
A planet once got married to a star,
and inside, voices talked of future war.
I only know what I was told in class:
through two points only one straight line can pass.
A stray dog chased us down an empty street.
I threw a stone; the dog would not retreat.
The king of Babel stooped to eating grass.
Through two points only one straight line can pass.
Your small sob is enough for many pains,
as locomotive power can pull long trains.
When will we step inside the looking-glass?
Through two points only one straight line can pass.
At times I stands apart, at times it rhymes
with you, at times we’s singular, at times
plural, at times I don’t know what. Alas,
through two points only one straight line can pass.
Our life of joy turns to a life of tears,
our life eternal to a life of years.
Our life of gold became a life of brass.
Through two points only one straight line can pass.
〈那是夏天，或它的尾聲〉
那是夏天，或它的尾聲，那時我聽得到
你最後一次從東到西的
腳步聲。世上
頭巾、書籍和人都被忘得一乾二淨。
那是夏天，或它的尾聲，
數小時午後的時光
你便是那時光。
那是你第一次披上裹屍布，
卻渾然不覺。
因為，上面繡滿了花朵。
It Was Summer, or Its End
It was summer, or its end, and I heard then
your steps as you went from east to west
for the last time. And in the world
kerchiefs and books and people were forgotten.
It was summer, or its end,
there were hours of afternoon
you were.
And for the first time you put on your shroud
and didn’t know.
For there were flowers embroidered on it.
〈在別的星球上，你或許是對的〉
“在別的星球上，你或許是對的，
但不是在這兒。”話講到一半，你突然陷入
無聲的哭泣，就像有人信寫到一半，鋼筆沒了墨水，
於是，便從藍墨水換成了黑墨水，
又像是旅途中人們常常變換馬匹一般。
談話越來越枯燥，而淚水
卻是新鮮的。
夏天的種子飛進我們
安坐的房間。窗前，
一棵杏樹越發變得黝黑：
在甜味對抗苦味的永恆戰鬥中
又多了一名戰士。
瞧，正如時間不在時鐘裡，
愛也不在肉體裡：
肉體只是吐露愛情。
但我們會記住這個夜晚
就像從一個夏天到下一個夏天，
游泳的人會記得泳姿一樣。“在別的星球上，
你沒准兒是對的，但不是在這兒。”
On Some Other Planet You May Be Right
"On some other planet you may be right,
but not here." In the middle of talking you shifted
to a silent weeping, as people shift from blue to black
in the middle of a letter when a pen goes dry,
or as they used to change horses during a journey.
Talk grew tired, tears are fresh.
Seeds of summer flew into the room
we were sitting in. In front of the window
there was an almond tree growing black:
one more warrior in the eternal battle
of the sweet against the bitter.
Look, just as time isnt inside clocks
love isnt inside bodies:
bodies only tell the love.
But we will remember this evening
the way swimmers remember the strokes
from one summer to the next. "On some other planet
you may be right, but not here."
〈悲傷和快樂〉
悲傷和快樂交替出現
就像水、水蒸氣和冰，
悲傷和快樂來自同一物質。
我們耳熟能詳。
愛與不愛，同一株玫瑰綻放的
兩種顏色，堪稱奇妙，
這是玫瑰栽培者的成就，
他的名字與玫瑰同在。
多年以後，我們再次相遇
毫無痛苦，我們每個人有的只是自己的安寧。
那是伊甸園
但也是地獄。
Sorrow and Joy
Sorrow and joy alternating
like water and vapor and ice,
sorrow and joy from the same substance.
We knew.
Love and unlove, two colors
in a single rose, it’s wonderful,
an achievement of the rose’s cultivator
whose name stays with the rose.
Many years later we met again
without pain, each of us with our own tranquillity.
That was the Garden of Eden
but it was also hell.
〈間隙〉
在這些花朵變成果實的短暫間隙，
當花已凋零，果未初結之時，
我們會置身何處？在肉體與肉體之間
我們為對方製造了一個多麼美妙的間隙。
眼與眼的間隙，醒與寐的間隙。
既非白天也非黑夜的薄暮的間隙。
你的春裝何以如此迅速地化身一面夏天的旗幟，
業已飄揚在秋天的第一縷風中。
我的聲音何以不再是我的聲音
而幾乎像是一個預言。
我們，多麼美妙的間隙，就像牆縫里的
泥土，為英勇的苔蘚，為刺山柑
提供小小的倔強的土壤，
它苦澀的果子
使我們一塊兒吃起東西來味道更甜。
這是書籍的末日。
接下來是文字的末日。有一天
你會恍然大悟。
Between
Where will we be when these flowers turn into fruit
in the narrow between, when the flower is no longer a flower
and the fruit not yet a fruit. And what a wonderful between we made
for each other between body and body.
A between of eyes, between waking and sleep.
A twilight between light, not day and not night.
How your spring dress so quickly became a flag of summer
that flutters already in the first wind of fall.
How my voice was no longer my voice
but like a prophecy, almost.
What a wonderful between we were, like earth
in the clefts of the wall, a small stubborn earth
for the valiant moss, for the thorny caper bush
whose bitter fruit
sweetened what we ate together.
These are the last days of books.
Next come the last days of words. Some day
you will understand.
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