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Selected poems：《希尼自選詩集：1966-1987》
書名：希尼自選詩集(1966-2013)(全2冊)
作者：謝默斯·希尼 (Seamus Heaney)
譯者：羅池
出版社：人民文學出版社
出版日期：2025/10
《希尼自選詩集：1966-1987》涵蓋了謝默斯·希尼前半程的創作生涯。從第一本詩集開始，謝默斯·希尼的寫作就“成熟而確定”，正如奧斯汀·克拉克刊於《愛爾蘭時報》上的評論所言，貫穿二十世紀六十年代以及七十年代的創作：詩集《一個博物學家的死亡》(1966)《通向黑暗的門》(1969)《越冬》(1972)《北方》(1975)，還包括傑作《田野作業》(1979)和《苦路島》(1984)，收尾篇目選自榮獲英國惠特布萊德文學獎的詩集《山楂燈籠》(1987)。
《希尼自選詩集：1988-2013》這部詩集彙編了詩人所選的後期詩歌，包括突破性的詩集《靈視》(1991)《水平儀》(1996)和《貝奧武甫》(1999)，也涵蓋頗受讚譽的詩集《電燈》(2001)《區線和環線》(2006)和《人鏈》(2010)。本書也收錄了希尼創作的最後一首詩《應時合拍》。這部詩集尤其記錄了詩人自1995年榮獲諾貝爾文學獎之後精彩非凡的詩歌寫作。與之前出版的自選詩集一道，完整呈現了謝默斯·希尼的詩歌創作生涯。
〈半島〉
當你不再有話要說，就開車
在這半島上轉悠一天吧。
碧空高掛，如在跑道之上，
地面沒有標誌，所以你不會抵達
只能一路經過，並不斷避開滑坡。
黃昏時，天際線飲盡大海和山巒，
新翻的耕地吞吃了刷白的山牆
而你重新陷入黑暗。此刻再回想
那釉亮的前灘和剪影似的原木，
把浪花撕成碎沫的那座礁石，
憑著自己的長腿踩高蹺的鷸鳥們，
在霧中碇泊了自身的那些島嶼，
然後你開車回家，還是沒有話要說，
但現在你可以把所有的風景破譯
如下：事物全憑各自的形體而建立，
水和土都用到了它們的極限。
[讀者自行補充英文資料]
The Peninsula
When you have nothing more to say, just drive
For a day all round the peninsula.
The sky is tall as over a runway,
The land without marks, so you will not arrive
But pass through, though always skirting landfall.
At dusk, horizons drink down sea and hill,
The ploughed field swallows the whitewashed gable
And you’re in the dark again. Now recall
The glazed foreshore and silhouetted log,
That rock where breakers shredded into rags,
The leggy birds stilted on their own legs,
Islands riding themselves out into the fog,
And drive back home, still with nothing to say
Except that now you will uncode all landscapes
By this: things founded clean on their own shapes,
Water and ground in their extremity.
〈夜車〉
那些平凡事物的氣味
在穿越法國的夜車上煥然一新：
雨水、草料和樹林在空氣中
化為暖流湧入敞開的車窗。
一塊塊路標不斷地閃亮著。
蒙特勒伊、阿布維爾、博韋
已在望，在望，到來又過去，
每一處都如約履行了它的名字。
加班的聯合收割機一路哼哼哧哧
在工作燈照射下吐出糧食。
一片野火悶燃著漸熄。
小餐館一家接一家打烊。
我一路不停地想你，
遠在千里之南，那幽暗中，
意大利將下身拱向法蘭西。
你的平凡也在那裡煥然一新。
[讀者自行補充網路英譯資料]
Night Drive
The smells of ordinariness
Were new on the night drive through France;
Rain and hay and woods on the air
Made warm draughts in the open car.
Signposts whitened relentlessly.
Montrueil, Abbéville, Beauvais
Were promised, promised, came and went,
Each place granting its name’s fulfilment.
A combine groaning its way late
Bled seeds across its work-light.
A forest fire smouldered out.
One by one small cafés shut.
I thought of you continuously
A thousand miles south where Italy
Laid its loin to France on the darkened sphere.
Your ordinariness was renewed there.
〈牡蠣〉
選自《田野作業》（1979）
我們把蚌殼在餐碟上敲響。
我的舌是一個滿當當的入海口，
我的上顎掛滿璀璨星光：
當我品味那咸腥的七仙女時
俄里翁還在水里泡腳。
活生生地被褻瀆，
她們躺在冰的床上：
雙殼類：對剖的洋蔥
和海洋那撩人的喘息。
千萬個她們被劈裂、剝離和拋散。
行經叢花與石岩，
我們曾驅車去往那海濱
在那裡，我們為友誼乾杯，
並把美好的記憶留在
陰涼的草屋和粗陶盤裡。
翻越阿爾卑斯，緊裹乾草和雪塊，
古羅馬人將牡蠣南運至羅馬城：
我眼見潮濕的馱籃裡湧出
蕨葉唇邊、滷汁辛辣的
特權者的饕餮物，
我氣憤，我的信賴無法寄託
於明媚的日光，像詩歌或自由
依賴著海水。我吃下這時日，
細嚼慢嚥，讓它的異香
能激發我全部成為動詞，純動詞。
譯注：這首詩的用詞充滿暗示、引申和近音的多義性，如此處的異香（tang），與舌頭一語言（tongue）同音，又是大鑼“鐘”的巨響，以及撬牡蠣的尖柄，還有鉗子（tongs），所以這牡蠣才能有激發作用。
[讀者自行補充英文資料]
Oyster
Our shells clacked on the plates.
My tongue was a filling estuary,
My palate hung with starlight:
As I tasted the salty Pleiades
Orion dipped his foot into the water.
Alive and violated,
They lay on their bed of ice:
Bivalves: the split bulb
And philandering sigh of ocean
Millions of them ripped and shucked and scattered.
We had driven to that coast
Through flowers and limestone
And there we were, toasting friendship,
Laying down a perfect memory
In the cool of thatch and crockery.
Over the Alps, packed deep in hay and snow,
The Romans hauled their oysters south to Rome:
I saw damp panniers disgorge
The frond-lipped, brine-stung
Glut of privilege
And was angry that my trust could not repose
In the clear light, like poetry or freedom
Leaning in from sea. I ate the day
Deliberately, that its tang
Might quicken me all into verb, pure verb.
〈契訶夫在薩哈林島〉
致德里克．馬洪
於是，他要去償還“醫學的債”。
但首先他要在海邊喝一杯乾邑
把旅途將面對的麻煩都拋之身後。
他的腦袋像秋明的三套車一樣
自在地晃悠，他從三十而立的欄桿
俯瞰著一英里深的自我
彷彿他就是一潭清水：
像蒸汽船甲板欄桿下的貝加爾湖。
遠去了，莫斯科，一如逝去的青春。
而他是誰呢？在這裡享用著
美酒，這還是困惑的文化界
捎來給他好奔赴流放地的——
而他，你也許知道，一個生在櫃台底下的小子。
至少他這說明還懂得價錢。一個領唱者
在聖像屏前引吭高歌的時候
所獲的快樂遠遜於杯中之樂的神聖，
那晶瑩又溫暖之物，如鑽石溫熱
在某些沙龍裡機靈又年輕的乳溝，
不可褻瀆又公然冒犯。
他感到酒杯在白夜的餘暉中發冷。
當他晃悠著起身將它在石灘上砸碎
那清晰的鏗鏘聲如同囚犯的鎖鏈
在他耳中縈繞不散。後來很多個月
仍回響著，彷彿他的自由的副歌
要尋找合適的調子——不是傳單不是論文——
並安然逃過鞭刑。他想著要榨出
他奴性的血，並喚醒自由者，
托庇於一個囚犯嚮導。穿越薩哈林。
[讀者自行補充英文資料]
Chekhov on Sakhalin
So, he would pay his debt to medicine.
But first he drank cognac by the ocean
with his back to all he travelled north to face.
His head was swimming free as the troikas
Of Tyumin, he looked down from the rail
Of his thirty years and saw a mile
Into himself as if he were clear water:
Lake Baikhal from the deckrail of the steamer.
That far north, Siberia was south.
Should it have been an ulcer in the mouth,
The cognac that the Moscow literati
Packed off with him to a penal colony -
Him, born, you may say, under the counter?
At lеast that meant he knew its worth. No cantor
In full throat by thе iconostasis
Got holier joy than he got from that glass
That shone and warmed like diamonds, warming
On some pert young cleavage in a salon,
Inviolable and affronting.
He felt the glass go cold in the midnight sun.
When he staggered up and smashed it on the stones
It rang as clearly as the convicts chains
That haunted him. In the months to come
It rang on like the burden of his freedom
To try for the right tone - not tract, nor thesis -
And walk away from floggings. He who thought to squeeze
His slaves blood out and waken the free man
Shadowed a convict guide through Sakhalin
書名：希尼自選詩集(1966-2013)(全2冊)
作者：謝默斯·希尼 (Seamus Heaney)
譯者：羅池
出版社：人民文學出版社
出版日期：2025/10
《希尼自選詩集：1966-1987》涵蓋了謝默斯·希尼前半程的創作生涯。從第一本詩集開始，謝默斯·希尼的寫作就“成熟而確定”，正如奧斯汀·克拉克刊於《愛爾蘭時報》上的評論所言，貫穿二十世紀六十年代以及七十年代的創作：詩集《一個博物學家的死亡》(1966)《通向黑暗的門》(1969)《越冬》(1972)《北方》(1975)，還包括傑作《田野作業》(1979)和《苦路島》(1984)，收尾篇目選自榮獲英國惠特布萊德文學獎的詩集《山楂燈籠》(1987)。
《希尼自選詩集：1988-2013》這部詩集彙編了詩人所選的後期詩歌，包括突破性的詩集《靈視》(1991)《水平儀》(1996)和《貝奧武甫》(1999)，也涵蓋頗受讚譽的詩集《電燈》(2001)《區線和環線》(2006)和《人鏈》(2010)。本書也收錄了希尼創作的最後一首詩《應時合拍》。這部詩集尤其記錄了詩人自1995年榮獲諾貝爾文學獎之後精彩非凡的詩歌寫作。與之前出版的自選詩集一道，完整呈現了謝默斯·希尼的詩歌創作生涯。
〈半島〉
當你不再有話要說，就開車
在這半島上轉悠一天吧。
碧空高掛，如在跑道之上，
地面沒有標誌，所以你不會抵達
只能一路經過，並不斷避開滑坡。
黃昏時，天際線飲盡大海和山巒，
新翻的耕地吞吃了刷白的山牆
而你重新陷入黑暗。此刻再回想
那釉亮的前灘和剪影似的原木，
把浪花撕成碎沫的那座礁石，
憑著自己的長腿踩高蹺的鷸鳥們，
在霧中碇泊了自身的那些島嶼，
然後你開車回家，還是沒有話要說，
但現在你可以把所有的風景破譯
如下：事物全憑各自的形體而建立，
水和土都用到了它們的極限。
[讀者自行補充英文資料]
The Peninsula
When you have nothing more to say, just drive
For a day all round the peninsula.
The sky is tall as over a runway,
The land without marks, so you will not arrive
But pass through, though always skirting landfall.
At dusk, horizons drink down sea and hill,
The ploughed field swallows the whitewashed gable
And you’re in the dark again. Now recall
The glazed foreshore and silhouetted log,
That rock where breakers shredded into rags,
The leggy birds stilted on their own legs,
Islands riding themselves out into the fog,
And drive back home, still with nothing to say
Except that now you will uncode all landscapes
By this: things founded clean on their own shapes,
Water and ground in their extremity.
〈夜車〉
那些平凡事物的氣味
在穿越法國的夜車上煥然一新：
雨水、草料和樹林在空氣中
化為暖流湧入敞開的車窗。
一塊塊路標不斷地閃亮著。
蒙特勒伊、阿布維爾、博韋
已在望，在望，到來又過去，
每一處都如約履行了它的名字。
加班的聯合收割機一路哼哼哧哧
在工作燈照射下吐出糧食。
一片野火悶燃著漸熄。
小餐館一家接一家打烊。
我一路不停地想你，
遠在千里之南，那幽暗中，
意大利將下身拱向法蘭西。
你的平凡也在那裡煥然一新。
[讀者自行補充網路英譯資料]
Night Drive
The smells of ordinariness
Were new on the night drive through France;
Rain and hay and woods on the air
Made warm draughts in the open car.
Signposts whitened relentlessly.
Montrueil, Abbéville, Beauvais
Were promised, promised, came and went,
Each place granting its name’s fulfilment.
A combine groaning its way late
Bled seeds across its work-light.
A forest fire smouldered out.
One by one small cafés shut.
I thought of you continuously
A thousand miles south where Italy
Laid its loin to France on the darkened sphere.
Your ordinariness was renewed there.
〈牡蠣〉
選自《田野作業》（1979）
我們把蚌殼在餐碟上敲響。
我的舌是一個滿當當的入海口，
我的上顎掛滿璀璨星光：
當我品味那咸腥的七仙女時
俄里翁還在水里泡腳。
活生生地被褻瀆，
她們躺在冰的床上：
雙殼類：對剖的洋蔥
和海洋那撩人的喘息。
千萬個她們被劈裂、剝離和拋散。
行經叢花與石岩，
我們曾驅車去往那海濱
在那裡，我們為友誼乾杯，
並把美好的記憶留在
陰涼的草屋和粗陶盤裡。
翻越阿爾卑斯，緊裹乾草和雪塊，
古羅馬人將牡蠣南運至羅馬城：
我眼見潮濕的馱籃裡湧出
蕨葉唇邊、滷汁辛辣的
特權者的饕餮物，
我氣憤，我的信賴無法寄託
於明媚的日光，像詩歌或自由
依賴著海水。我吃下這時日，
細嚼慢嚥，讓它的異香
能激發我全部成為動詞，純動詞。
譯注：這首詩的用詞充滿暗示、引申和近音的多義性，如此處的異香（tang），與舌頭一語言（tongue）同音，又是大鑼“鐘”的巨響，以及撬牡蠣的尖柄，還有鉗子（tongs），所以這牡蠣才能有激發作用。
[讀者自行補充英文資料]
Oyster
Our shells clacked on the plates.
My tongue was a filling estuary,
My palate hung with starlight:
As I tasted the salty Pleiades
Orion dipped his foot into the water.
Alive and violated,
They lay on their bed of ice:
Bivalves: the split bulb
And philandering sigh of ocean
Millions of them ripped and shucked and scattered.
We had driven to that coast
Through flowers and limestone
And there we were, toasting friendship,
Laying down a perfect memory
In the cool of thatch and crockery.
Over the Alps, packed deep in hay and snow,
The Romans hauled their oysters south to Rome:
I saw damp panniers disgorge
The frond-lipped, brine-stung
Glut of privilege
And was angry that my trust could not repose
In the clear light, like poetry or freedom
Leaning in from sea. I ate the day
Deliberately, that its tang
Might quicken me all into verb, pure verb.
〈契訶夫在薩哈林島〉
致德里克．馬洪
於是，他要去償還“醫學的債”。
但首先他要在海邊喝一杯乾邑
把旅途將面對的麻煩都拋之身後。
他的腦袋像秋明的三套車一樣
自在地晃悠，他從三十而立的欄桿
俯瞰著一英里深的自我
彷彿他就是一潭清水：
像蒸汽船甲板欄桿下的貝加爾湖。
遠去了，莫斯科，一如逝去的青春。
而他是誰呢？在這裡享用著
美酒，這還是困惑的文化界
捎來給他好奔赴流放地的——
而他，你也許知道，一個生在櫃台底下的小子。
至少他這說明還懂得價錢。一個領唱者
在聖像屏前引吭高歌的時候
所獲的快樂遠遜於杯中之樂的神聖，
那晶瑩又溫暖之物，如鑽石溫熱
在某些沙龍裡機靈又年輕的乳溝，
不可褻瀆又公然冒犯。
他感到酒杯在白夜的餘暉中發冷。
當他晃悠著起身將它在石灘上砸碎
那清晰的鏗鏘聲如同囚犯的鎖鏈
在他耳中縈繞不散。後來很多個月
仍回響著，彷彿他的自由的副歌
要尋找合適的調子——不是傳單不是論文——
並安然逃過鞭刑。他想著要榨出
他奴性的血，並喚醒自由者，
托庇於一個囚犯嚮導。穿越薩哈林。
[讀者自行補充英文資料]
Chekhov on Sakhalin
So, he would pay his debt to medicine.
But first he drank cognac by the ocean
with his back to all he travelled north to face.
His head was swimming free as the troikas
Of Tyumin, he looked down from the rail
Of his thirty years and saw a mile
Into himself as if he were clear water:
Lake Baikhal from the deckrail of the steamer.
That far north, Siberia was south.
Should it have been an ulcer in the mouth,
The cognac that the Moscow literati
Packed off with him to a penal colony -
Him, born, you may say, under the counter?
At lеast that meant he knew its worth. No cantor
In full throat by thе iconostasis
Got holier joy than he got from that glass
That shone and warmed like diamonds, warming
On some pert young cleavage in a salon,
Inviolable and affronting.
He felt the glass go cold in the midnight sun.
When he staggered up and smashed it on the stones
It rang as clearly as the convicts chains
That haunted him. In the months to come
It rang on like the burden of his freedom
To try for the right tone - not tract, nor thesis -
And walk away from floggings. He who thought to squeeze
His slaves blood out and waken the free man
Shadowed a convict guide through Sakhalin
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