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北塔，原名徐偉鋒，詩(shī)人、學(xué)者、翻譯家，生于蘇州，現(xiàn)居北京，中國(guó)現(xiàn)代文學(xué)館研究員，系世界詩(shī)人大會(huì)常務(wù)副秘書長(zhǎng)兼中國(guó)辦事處主任、河北師范大學(xué)等高校客座教授、中國(guó)外國(guó)文學(xué)研究會(huì)莎士比亞研究分會(huì)秘書長(zhǎng)種。

黃莎吳佳娜校

市場(chǎng)上的公雞

雙腳沾滿了自己的糞便

羽毛掉了，翅膀松了

但它還在打鳴

市場(chǎng)就是刑場(chǎng)

交易就是殺戮

出賣者就是劊子手

但它還在打鳴

在血管被割開(kāi)之前

在喉管被割斷之前

從籠子到屠刀是漫長(zhǎng)的等待

但它還在打鳴

在血被放完之后

在羽毛被拔光之后

它的骨肉和鳴唱被做成美味

我的肚子成了墳冢，時(shí)滿時(shí)空

Rooster at the Market

Both its feet stained with its own excrement,

Feathers fallen, wings loosened,

But it is still crowing

The market is the execution ground--

The transaction is slaughter--

The seller, the executioner—

But it is still crowing

Before the blood vessel is cut

Before the throat is cut

From the cage to butcher's knife is the long waiting

But it is still crowing

After the blood is drained up

After feathers are all pulled out--

Its body and songs are made into delicious food

And my belly becomes a tomb, now filled and then emptied

入秋

幾乎在一瞬間

一座巨塔，在秋風(fēng)腳下

轟然倒塌

無(wú)數(shù)的傳說(shuō)如蝌蚪

從它的腹部瀉出

隨著隱秘的河流

流向即將干涸的水庫(kù)

一個(gè)人在秋天走向果園

就好像一塊石頭滾向墳?zāi)?/font>

一個(gè)人在秋天獨(dú)坐書齋

就好像一塊石頭沉入大海

而時(shí)間，海水似的時(shí)間

在與岸灘似的鐘表指針

進(jìn)行著殊死的搏斗

而我們，自從發(fā)明了鐘表后

就被裹入這致命的戰(zhàn)場(chǎng)

我將像螞蟻，拖著秋蟲的尸體

我將像野馬，馱著受傷的騎士

我將逼迫自己交出果園

然后，逼迫冬天交出火焰

Entering the Autumn

Almost in a moment

A huge tower, at the foot of the autumn

Collapsed with a rumble

Unnumbered legends like pollywogs

Were rushing out of its belly

And flowing with the hidden stream

toward the reservoir going to be dry

A man walks toward the orchard in the autumn

Is just like a stone rolling toward the tomb

A man alone sits in his own library in the autumn

Is just like a stone sinking into the sea

And time, like sea water

Is fatally struggling

With the hour hands like shores

While we, since we invented the timekeeper

Have been coerced into this vital battlefield

Like an ant, I will drag corpses of autumn insects

Like a horse, I will carry the wounded cavalier

I will force myself to hand out the orchard

Then force the winter to hand out flame

拾樹葉的人

我只是個(gè)彎腰拾落葉的人

撿起來(lái)又丟下

再撿

這就是我全部的工作

那些葡萄的手臂

為了自身的安全和升遷

環(huán)抱著榆樹的大腿

不關(guān)我的事

我只是個(gè)拾落葉的人

你挑選什么樣的花

摘進(jìn)你五彩的竹籃

在鏡子前編成花冠

戴在你羅馬城似的頭上

不關(guān)我的事

我只是在拾落葉

我不羨慕那榆樹

被藤蔓幸福地纏繞

也不同情那盼望你手指的

花朵被黑夜的眼淚侵犯

The Man Picking up Fallen Leaves

I am only a man stooping and picking up fallen leaves

Picking and hurling

And picking again

This is all what I do

The arms of grapes

Are embracing the big thigh of elm

In order to survive and thrive

Nothing to do with me

I am only a man picking up fallen leaves

What kind of flowers you choose

And throw into your colorful bamboo basket

And weave into a coronal before a mirror

And put on your head like the City of Rome

Nothingto do with me

I am only picking up fallen leaves

I don’t admire the elm

That is blissfully entangled by vines

Or sympathize the flower yearning for your fingers

Yet being violated by tears of the dark night

遭遇大風(fēng)

一

大風(fēng)搖晃著大樹

卻又逼迫那大樹停止搖晃

陽(yáng)光是一把愛(ài)打抱不平的柳葉刀

砍著大風(fēng)，卷起了刃

衰草寧愿俯伏

——等待伏法的一群死刑犯

大路被吹得直起了身

像一個(gè)趕著去上早班的人

誰(shuí)能迎風(fēng)將一張白紙展開(kāi)？

誰(shuí)能順風(fēng)將一匹烈馬放跑？

我愿意是一粒

稍微重一點(diǎn)的塵埃

在我亡命的生涯中

希望能抱住一塊

公共汽車的站牌

二

一座大山壓下來(lái)

在快要壓碎一幢大樓時(shí)

自個(gè)兒轟然崩裂，大樓和大樓之間

滿是風(fēng)的碎片

面子偌大的一塊招牌

被掀倒在商場(chǎng)的血盆大口前

一棵草僅僅因?yàn)榧?xì)小

而躲過(guò)了它的魔掌

喜鵲在樹枝上準(zhǔn)備好了

歡迎的頌歌，而應(yīng)答

它的只有烏鴉，那黑色的喇叭

經(jīng)受得住任何一陣風(fēng)的演奏

陰暗角落里的積雪所剩無(wú)幾

在這個(gè)冬天不可能再融化

而高出所有房頂?shù)臒熿F

試圖彎腰撿拾一片破瓦

樹葉被揪下枝頭

被摁倒在籬笆墻邊

哪怕所有飛鳥都掉轉(zhuǎn)方向

也還會(huì)有人背著包袱前行

Encountering a Gale

(1)

The gale is shaking a giant tree

Yet forcing it to stop shaking

The sunshine , like a lancet fond of defending things against injustice

Is chopping the gale till its blade is curved

Withered grasses would rather lie prostrate

---a group of prisoners under sentence of death to be executed

The broad road is blown so as to stand up

Like a man hurrying to be on the morning shift

Who can spread a blank sheet against the gale

Who can free a fiery steed following the gale

I’d like to be a grain

Of heavier dust

In my fleeing career

I hope to embrace

A bus stop board

(2)

A mountain was pressing

The moment when it was almost crushing a mansion

It was abruptly broken by itself. Between mansion and mansion

There were pieces of the gale

A signboard with so big a face

Was lifted up and thrown down in front of the bloody mouth of the mall

A grass avoided its evil hands

Just because of being tiny

The magpie had already prepared

A welcome hymn, yet only

A crow responded to it like a black trumpet

That could endure the play of any gale

Little snow left at the dark corner

Couldn’t melt any longer in this winter

While the smog higher than all roofs

Tried to stoop to pick up a broken piece of tile

Leaves were pulled off from boughs

And pushed down beside the fence

Even if all birds would turn away

Some of us would still go ahead with burdens

拴馬樁

這些腿，這些離開(kāi)了軀干的腿

這些在奔跑中漸漸緩慢下來(lái)的腿

這些在廝殺中被砍掉的腿

像彩虹的碎片，被拋進(jìn)了現(xiàn)實(shí)

它們?cè)吒叩?、直直地矗?/font>

如同大地向天空射出的欲望

在塵土中停留、沉默得太久了

以至于成了石頭，馬的敵人

一匹馬馱著風(fēng)，已經(jīng)跑過(guò)

無(wú)數(shù)個(gè)村莊，一堆鮮嫩的草料

豈能讓它停住？但是拴馬樁

用韁繩咬住了它的脖子

主人的鼾聲大作，這馬

正強(qiáng)忍著淚水，強(qiáng)忍著虱子的

嘲弄。還有什么比耗子的尖叫

更能迫使它的血液冷凍

今夜，有多少馬由于勞累而睡去，

又有多少馬企圖逃離而一夜無(wú)眠?

The Poles to Tie Horses

The legs, the legs that have left the body

The legs, the legs that gradually slowed down while running

The legs, the legs that were cut off in fighting

Like broken pieces of the rainbow, were thrown into reality

They once stood tall and upright

Like desires of the earth shot at the sky

Stayed for toolong a time silently

So as to become stones- enemies of horses

A horse, with the wind on its back, has run

Past countless villages. How could a pile

of freshg rasses stop it? Yet the pole

Bit its neck with a rein

With the master snoring, the horse

Held on its tears and endured jeers

Of lice.Nothing is more forcible

To freeze its blood than sneaks of mice

Tonight, how many horses have gone to sleep due to tiredness

And how many will be sleepless overnight, trying to run away?

北塔，原名徐偉鋒，詩(shī)人、學(xué)者、翻譯家，生于蘇州，現(xiàn)居北京，中國(guó)現(xiàn)代文學(xué)館研究員，系世界詩(shī)人大會(huì)常務(wù)副秘書長(zhǎng)兼中國(guó)辦事處主任、河北師范大學(xué)等高?？妥淌?、中國(guó)外國(guó)文學(xué)研究會(huì)莎士比亞研究分會(huì)秘書長(zhǎng)，出版有詩(shī)集《正在銹蝕的時(shí)針》、《滾石有苔》、《巨蟒緊抱街衢——北京詩(shī)選》等、學(xué)術(shù)專著《一個(gè)詩(shī)人的考辯——中國(guó)現(xiàn)當(dāng)代文學(xué)論集》、《照亮自身的深淵——北塔詩(shī)學(xué)文選》和譯著《八堂課》等約30種。曾受邀赴美國(guó)、荷蘭和馬其頓等20余國(guó)參加研討、采風(fēng)、朗誦和講座等各類文學(xué)、學(xué)術(shù)活動(dòng)，曾率中國(guó)詩(shī)歌代表團(tuán)前往墨西哥、匈牙利等10余國(guó)訪問(wèn)交流并參加詩(shī)會(huì)。有作品被譯成英文、德文等10余種外文。曾在國(guó)內(nèi)外多次獲獎(jiǎng)。有“石頭詩(shī)人”之稱。

Bei Ta, Whose real name is Xu Weifeng, born in Suzhou City, now lives in Beijing and serves for National Museum of Modern Chinese Literature as a professional poet, scholar and translator. He is the vice secretary general and board member of World Congress of Poets as well as secretary general of Chinese Shakespeare Research Society. He has published around 30 books such as “A Rolling Stone Gathers Mosses”, “Serpents Clasping Streets---Le Spleen de Pékin”,“Lightening One’s Own Abyss---Essays on Poetics by Bei Ta” and “Eight Lessons”(Chinese translation of the novel by John Maxwell Coetzee), etc. His poems have been translated into more than 10 languages including English, French, German, etc. He has won a variety of prizes home and abroad. He has got the reputation of "the stone poet".

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