Paul Celan: 喉塞音

聲音，取得
水域的綠色。
當翠鳥潛水，
裂開的瞬間呼呼響：

與你立於一起之物
出現在每一堤岸
被收割下來
成為另一種形象。

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來自蕁麻的聲音：

從你的手中來到我們
你所能閱讀的，獨自
用一盞燈，是你的手掌

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聲音，夜間打結的，繩索
在其上懸掛你的鍾。

給自己以拱頂，世界：
當死亡之殼衝刷上岸
鍾將要敲響。

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構造你心脈的聲音
返回你母親之心。
聲音來自懸樹
於斯垂垂老矣和青春成長
交換戒指。

（微笑 譯）

Glottal Stop

Voices, scored into
the waters' green.
When the kingfisher dives,
the split second whir:

What stood by you
appears on every shore
mown down
into another image.

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Voices from the nettles:

Come to us on your hands
All you can read, alone
with a lamp, is your palm

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Voices, night-knotted, ropes
on which you hang your bell.

Dome yourself over, world:
when death's shell washes up on shore
a bell will want to ring.

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Voices that make your heart
recoil into your mother's.
Voices from the hanging-tree
where old growth and young growth
exchange rings.