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裏爾克詩譯：黑貓 - The Black Cat

(2023-04-01 06:12:40) 下一個

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黑貓

一個幽靈，雖然無形卻還是像一個空間

在那裏你的視線可以敲擊回響；但是在這裏

這厚重的黑色皮毛之內你最強烈的目光

也會被吸收並完全消失

就像是一個狂暴的瘋子在沒有什麽

可以讓他緩解之時衝進他自己的暗夜裏

嚎叫著，錘打著被墊起的牆壁

感覺到憤怒被收納平息

她仿佛把所有曾經落在她身上的目光

都收藏進了她自己這樣像個觀眾一樣

她可以把它們翻出來重新審視氣勢洶洶地陰沉憂鬱地

然後蜷縮起身體擁著它們入眠。但是突然間

就像被驚醒了她把臉轉向了你

震驚之中你看到了你自己小小的

在她金色的琥珀一般的眼球裏懸浮著

像是一隻史前的蚊蟲

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The Black Cat

A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:

just as a raving madman, when nothing else
can ease him, charges into his dark night
howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels
the rage being taken in and pacified.

She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them. But all at once

as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.

（Rainer Maria Rilke， translated by Stephen Mitchell)

這首詩我記得的，回去找，沒找到譯文。翻了一遍後，卻又找到了，下麵是鏈接：

https://blog.wenxuecity.com/myblog/68411/201710/25604.html

更喜歡第一版的譯文。

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