阿九译诗选

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阿九，原名李绚天，1966年生于安徽广德，浙江大学工程热物理博士，加拿大不列颠哥伦比亚大学化学工程博士，诗人，译者。在《北回归线》《阵地》等刊物发表诗歌，作品收入30多部选本，著有诗集《兰园学报》（2015）；译著有《拉金诗全集》（2018）、《雷恩诗选》（2021）、《爱得更多的人：奥登诗歌精选》（2026）、《在时间涂改一切之前：卡瓦菲斯诗选》（2026）等。

阿九译诗选

墙

卡瓦菲斯

没有体谅，没有怜悯，没有一丝的羞耻，

他们就在我的四周筑起了巨大的高墙。

而现在，我绝望地坐在这里。

脑海里仅存一念：这命运撕咬着我的心，

因为外面，我还有很多事情要做。

他们筑墙的时候，我竟然毫无察觉！

但我真没听到一丁点筑墙者的声息。

不知不觉中，他们就把我与外面的世界隔绝。

1897

Walls

C. P. Cavafy

With noconsideration, no pity, no shame,

they have built walls around me, thick and high.

And now I sit here feeling hopeless.

I can’t think of anything else: this fate gnaws my mind—

because I had so much to do outside.

When they were building the walls, how could I not have noticed!

But I never heard the builders, not a sound.

Imperceptibly they have closed me off from the outside world.

窗

卡瓦菲斯

在这度日如年的黑屋里，

我走来走去，希望能找到

几扇窗子。哪怕只开一个窗子

也算是不小的安慰。

但窗子并不存在，或者至少我看不见

它们。看不见也许更好。

也许到头来，光只是另一种暴政。

谁知道会有什么新的事情败露出来。

1903

The Windows

D. P. Cavafy 

In these dark rooms where I live out

empty days, I circle back and forth

trying to find the windows.

It will be a great relief when a window opens.

But the windows are not there to be found—

or at least I cannot find them. And perhaps

it is better that I don’t find them.

Perhaps the light will prove anothertyranny.

Who knows what new things it willexpose?

斯城

卡瓦菲斯

你说：“我要去外邦，踏上另一个海岸，

寻找比这座城更好的城市。

无论我如何努力，都注定要失败，

我的心如死者已被埋葬，

我的思还要在这里霉烂到几时？

无论我转向何方，无论我看向哪里，

目光所及都是生命黑色的废墟，

多少岁月，我一直在虚度和断送。”

你再也找不到一片新地，踏不上另一个海岸。

这座城会如影跟随你。你会在

一样的街巷行走，在一样的街区变老，

在一样的屋中生出华发。

你必终老于斯城；不要指望还有别处：

没有你要上的船，没有你要走的路。

既然你已在这小小的天涯荒废一生，

即便去另一个海角，你的一生也已断送。

1910

The city

C. P. Cavafy

You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,

find another city better than this one.

Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong

and my heart lies buried as though it were something dead.

How long can I let mymind moulder in this place?

Wherever I turn, wherever I happen to look,

I see the black ruins of my life, here,

where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”

You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.

This city will always pursue you. You will walk

the same streets, grow old in the same neighborhoods,

will turn gray in these same houses.

You will always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:

there is no ship for you, there is no road.

As you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,

you’ve destroyed it everywhere else in the world.

这如月之美

奥登

这如月之美

毫无阅历，

完整而原初；

若是美在后来

具备了任何特征，

它必是有过恋人，

已是另一种美。

这就像梦

持守着另一种时间，

而白昼意味着

它的消失；

因为时间就是寸寸光阴

和心的变易，

那里曾有幽灵出没，

迷失而被渴望。

但这从来不是

一个幽灵的企图，

即便如愿以偿，

幽灵也不会从此安分；

直到它远去，

爱情决不会走近

此中的甜蜜，

忧伤也不会带走

他无尽的目光。

1930年4月

Thislunar beauty 

W. H. Auden

This lunar beauty

Has no history

Is complete and early,

If beauty later

Bear any feature

It had a lover

And is another.

This like a dream

Keeps other time

And daytime is

The loss of this,

For time is inches

And the heart's changes

Where ghost has haunted

Lost and wanted.

But this was never

A ghost's endeavor

Nor finished this,

Was ghost at ease,

And till it pass

Love shall not near

The sweetness here

Nor sorrow take

His endless look.

April 1930

鸟语

奥登

试图理解鸟儿们

从四面八方说出的话语，

我从听到的东西里分辨出了

一种代表恐惧的声音。

尽管我很肯定，其中有几个声音

代表愤怒、豪横和淫欲，

鸟儿使用的所有其它音符

听上去都是快乐的同义语。

1969年5月

Bird-language

W. H. Auden 

Trying to understand the words

Uttered on all sides by birds,

I recognize in what I hear

Noises that betoken fear.

Though some of them, I’m certain, must

Stand for rage, bravado, lust,

All other notes that birds employ

Sound like synonyms for joy.

May 1969

新世界地图之一：群岛

沃尔科特

这个句子的尽头，雨会开始飘下。

雨的边线上，是一张帆。

慢慢的，群岛自帆的视野消失；

一个种族对港口的信仰

也驶入了迷雾。

十年的仗打完了。

海伦的头发是一片乌云，

而特洛伊，一只盛满白灰的火坑，

在烟雨茫茫的海边。

细雨渐密，像竖琴的丝弦。

一个目光阴沉的男子用手指扣住雨丝，

把《奥德赛》的第一行轻轻拨响。

Map of the New World: I. Archipelagoes 

Derek Walcott

At the end of this sentence, rain will begin.

At the rain's edge, a sail.

Slowly the sail will lose sight of islands;

into a mist will go the belief in harbours

of an entire race.

The ten-years war is finished.

Helen's hair, a grey cloud.

Troy, a white ashpit

by the drizzling sea.

The drizzletightens like the strings of a harp.

A man with clouded eyes picks up the rain

and plucks the first line of the Odyssey.

From "Collected Poems, 1948-1984"

拳

沃尔科特

紧握着我心脏的那只拳头

稍稍松开；我大口呼吸

这份明快轻松，但它又再次

握住。我何曾没有爱过

这爱的痛苦？但这次它超出了

爱而达到疯狂。它有着

疯子一样的钳握；这是在嚎叫着坠入

深渊前，死死扣住

非理性的悬崖。

心啊，就这样紧紧地扣住。

这样，至少你还能活着。

穿越

莱维尔托芙

那曾在水面上运行的灵

正走过没膝的草场：

那灵所到之处，绿草就发出银光。

那自四面到临的风，天顶的太阳，

是这灵所进入的形体，

气息。圣灵。光，它的见证亦使我们见证。

无以计数的草，绵延拜倒起身，

默念着和散那，当这灵

在闪亮的运行中将它们触动

一次，又一次，在山坡的草场，

在一个春日，一个针眼里，

时间和空间像一根丝带穿越。

Passage

Denise Levertov

Thespirit that walked upon the face of the waters

walks the meadow of long grass;

green shines to silver where the spirit passes.

Wind from the compass points, sun at meridian,

these are forms the spirit enters,

breath, ruach, light that is witness and by which we witness.

The grasses numberless, bowing and rising, silently

cry hosanna as the spirit

moves them and moves burnishing

over and again upon mountain pastures

a day of spring, a needle’s eye

space and time are passing through like a swathe of silk.

牛群

托马斯·哈代

平安夜，十二点。

“它们这会儿全都跪着，”一个长辈说。

我们坐在一群人里，

歇息在火塘的余烬边。

我们看着那些驯服温良的牲口

呆在铺着干草的牛栏里，

我们中似乎无人怀疑

它们真的在跪立。

如此美好的想象，这些年来

却很少有人编造！而我却觉得，

要是有人在平安夜说，

“过来；你看，牧群在跪立，

“就在山谷那边那个单独的农舍里，

我们从小就听说过，”

我会跟着他摸黑走过去，

巴不得真是那样。

1915年平安夜

The Oxen

Thomas Hardy

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.

“Now they are all on their knees,”

An elder said as we sat in a flock

By the embers in hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where

They dwelt in their strawy pen,

Nor did it occur to one of us there

To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few would weave

In these years! Yet, I feel,

If someone said on Christmas Eve,

“Come; see the oxen kneel,

“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb

Our childhood used to know,”

I should go with him in the gloom,

Hoping it might be so.

水

菲力普·拉金

假如我被呼召

去创立一门宗教，

我会用到水。

上教堂

就必须涉水走过，

换一身干的，不一样的衣服；

我的圣礼会用上

浸水的图像，

一次疯狂而虔诚的湿身，

我还要在东方举起

一杯水，

让四面八方的光在其中

永无休止地聚集。

Water

Philip Larkin

If I werecalled in 

To construct a religion

I should make use of water.

Going to church

Would entail a fording

To dry, different clothes;

My liturgy would employ

Images of sousing,

A furious devout drench,

And I should raise in the east

A glass of water

Where any-angled light

Would congregate endlessly.

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