尝试赞美这残缺的世界 原版的诗歌
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尝试赞美这残缺的世界 原版的诗歌
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《尝试赞美这残缺的世界》
尝试赞美这残缺的世界。
想想六月漫长的白天，
还有野草莓、一滴滴红葡萄酒。
有条理地爬满流亡者
废弃的家园的荨麻。
你必须赞美这残缺的世界。
你眺望时髦的游艇和轮船；
其中一艘前面有漫长的旅程，
别的则有带盐味的遗忘等着它们。
你见过难民走投无路，
你听过刽子手快乐地歌唱。
你应当赞美这残缺的世界。
想想我们相聚的时刻，
在一个白房间里，窗帘飘动。
回忆那场音乐会，音乐闪烁。
你在秋天的公园里拾橡果，
树叶在大地的伤口上旋转。
赞美这残缺的世界
和一只画眉掉下的灰色羽毛，
和那游离、消失又重返的
柔光。
[波兰]扎加耶夫斯基
波兰语哎！楼主用来做什么？
http://gu.us.edu.pl/index.php?op=artykul&rok=2001&miesiac=12&id=2101&type=norm这个连接的网站里应该有，但是我看不懂，不如把这个网站拿去让学小语种的人们看一看。
另外提供英文翻译两篇
December by Adam Zagajewski
December, herald of destruction,
takes you on a long stroll
through the black torsos of trees
and leaves scorched in autumn’s fire,
as if to say: so much then for
your secrets and your treasures,
the fervent trill of small birds,
the promises of summer months.
Your dreams have been dissected,
the blackbird’s song now has a rationale,
plants’ corpses clutter the herbarium.
Only the laboratory’s hard stone remains.
Don’t listen: they may take everything away,
but they can’t have your ignorance,
they can’t take your mysteries, strip you
of your third homeland.
Don’t listen: the holidays draw near
and frozen January, snow’s white paper.
What you’ve waited for is being born.
The one you’re seeking will begin to sing.
—Translated by Clare Cavanagh
Vaporetto
In the wind-breaker’s pocket you find
a light blue ticket for the vaporetto
(il biglietto, non cedibile).
A light blue ticket, slightly larger
than a stamp from the republic of Togo,
promising a change, a journey.
Sealing-wax melts on a memory,
an almond of alpine snow thaws.
The expedition may proceed.
You’re in Texas, on flat land,
surrounded by evergreen oaks
that remember nothing.
You’ll swim through cramped canals
upstream, in a strong wind;
you’ll meet with icebergs, grayness.
The ticket says: corsa semplice,
but not a word about the desert,
the monotony of heavy seas,
about longing, or the spiteful customs man
who’s waiting, and not for you alone,
about islands of indifference and ash.
You’ll swim a long time. And may reach
the place where Venice the sea-urchin rests:
water, lace and gold.
You may reach the place where Venice’s
red towers rise, faithful towers,
the needles of a compass lost at sea.
尝试赞美这残缺的世界。
想想六月漫长的白天，
还有野草莓、一滴滴红葡萄酒。
有条理地爬满流亡者
废弃的家园的荨麻。
你必须赞美这残缺的世界。
你眺望时髦的游艇和轮船；
其中一艘前面有漫长的旅程，
别的则有带盐味的遗忘等着它们。
你见过难民走投无路，
你听过刽子手快乐地歌唱。
你应当赞美这残缺的世界。
想想我们相聚的时刻，
在一个白房间里，窗帘飘动。
回忆那场音乐会，音乐闪烁。
你在秋天的公园里拾橡果，
树叶在大地的伤口上旋转。
赞美这残缺的世界
和一只画眉掉下的灰色羽毛，
和那游离、消失又重返的
柔光。
[波兰]扎加耶夫斯基
波兰语哎！楼主用来做什么？
http://gu.us.edu.pl/index.php?op=artykul&rok=2001&miesiac=12&id=2101&type=norm这个连接的网站里应该有，但是我看不懂，不如把这个网站拿去让学小语种的人们看一看。
另外提供英文翻译两篇
December by Adam Zagajewski
December, herald of destruction,
takes you on a long stroll
through the black torsos of trees
and leaves scorched in autumn’s fire,
as if to say: so much then for
your secrets and your treasures,
the fervent trill of small birds,
the promises of summer months.
Your dreams have been dissected,
the blackbird’s song now has a rationale,
plants’ corpses clutter the herbarium.
Only the laboratory’s hard stone remains.
Don’t listen: they may take everything away,
but they can’t have your ignorance,
they can’t take your mysteries, strip you
of your third homeland.
Don’t listen: the holidays draw near
and frozen January, snow’s white paper.
What you’ve waited for is being born.
The one you’re seeking will begin to sing.
—Translated by Clare Cavanagh
Vaporetto
In the wind-breaker’s pocket you find
a light blue ticket for the vaporetto
(il biglietto, non cedibile).
A light blue ticket, slightly larger
than a stamp from the republic of Togo,
promising a change, a journey.
Sealing-wax melts on a memory,
an almond of alpine snow thaws.
The expedition may proceed.
You’re in Texas, on flat land,
surrounded by evergreen oaks
that remember nothing.
You’ll swim through cramped canals
upstream, in a strong wind;
you’ll meet with icebergs, grayness.
The ticket says: corsa semplice,
but not a word about the desert,
the monotony of heavy seas,
about longing, or the spiteful customs man
who’s waiting, and not for you alone,
about islands of indifference and ash.
You’ll swim a long time. And may reach
the place where Venice the sea-urchin rests:
water, lace and gold.
You may reach the place where Venice’s
red towers rise, faithful towers,
the needles of a compass lost at sea.
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