Deines的法國生活手扎

New and Selected Poems by Mary Oliver

~Sleeping in the Forest ~　作者：Mary Oliver

I thought the earth remembered me,

she took me back so tenderly,

arranging her dark skirts, her pockets

full of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,

nothing between me and the white fire of the stars

but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths

among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms

breathing around me, the insects,

and the birds who do their work in the darkness.

All night I rose and fell, as if in water,

grappling with a luminous doom. By morning

I had vanished at least a dozen times

into something better.

~在森林中沉睡~     譯者：Deines

我想，大地記得我
她那麼溫柔的接納我
整理好她的黑裙
在她的衣袋中裝滿青苔和種子
我沉沉睡去，就像河床上的一塊石頭
存在我和星星之間的白色火焰，是一片空無
只有我的思想，像飛蛾一般
輕輕的飄舞在美麗的樹葉之間
整夜，這個小王國在我耳邊低語
昆蟲在我周圍呼吸
鳥兒們在黑暗中不停工作
整夜，我如同在水中，浮沉
在清晨的明亮光線中
我陷入更好的事物之中

至少消失了十二次

~Little Summer Poem Touching The Subject Of Faith~  作者：Mary Oliver
　　
Every summer
I listen and look 
under the sun"s brass and even
into the moonlight, but I can"t hear
　　
anything, I can"t see anything -- 
not the pale roots digging down, nor the green 
stalks muscling up,
nor the leaves
deepening their damp pleats,
　　
nor the tassels making,
nor the shucks, nor the cobs.
And still,
every day,
　　
the leafy fields
grow taller and thicker -- 
green gowns lofting up in the night,
showered with silk. 
　　
And so, every summer,
I fail as a witness, seeing nothing -- 
I am deaf too
to the tick of the leaves, 
　　
the tapping of downwardness from the banyan feet -- 
all of it
happening
beyond any seeable proof, or hearable hum. 
　　
And, therefore, let the immeasurable come.
Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.
Let the wind turn in the trees,
and the mystery hidden in the dirt
　　
swing through the air.
How could I look at anything in this world
and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart?
What should I fear? 
　　
One morning
in the leafy green ocean
the honeycomb of the corn"s beautiful body
is sure to be there.

~觸及信仰主題的夏日短詩~     譯者：Deines
　　
每個夏天
我傾聽觀察
在黄銅色的陽光下

在月光中，但我卻什麼也聽不見

所有的一切，我都看不到
蒼白的根在地底延伸，綠色的枝梗
用力向上，
葉子不斷的加深
濕潤的葉脈
　　
成長中的玉米穗，
玉米粒直至整根玉米。
每天如此，
　　
原野上的枝葉
長的越来越高，越来越茂密
夜晚穿上了這件綠色長袍

閃著絲綢一般的光芒
　　
所以，每到夏天
我什麼也看不見，無法做一個人證
我也耳聾
聽不見葉子的滴答聲，
　　
菩堤樹的腳輕輕踏著拍子
所有這些
都發生了
卻没有留下看得到的證據，聽得到的聲響。
　　
因此，就讓不可知降臨吧。
讓它輕觸我的背脊。
讓風在樹間棲息，
讓秘密深藏大地
　　
在空中流轉。
看着世界上發生的一切
怎能不為之憾動，將雙手緊握，將心靈奉獻
我怎能不敬畏它？
　　
早晨
在绿葉匯集的海洋中
那如蜂巢一般，玉米的美麗身影
一定就在其中。

~At Great Pond~   作者：Mary Oliver
　　
　　
At Great Pond
the sun, rising,
scrapes his orange breast
on the thick pines, 
and down tumble
a few orange feathers into
the dark water.
On the far shore
a white bird is standing
like a white candle ---
or a man, in the distance,
in the clasp of some meditation --- 
while all around me the lilies
are breaking open again
from the black cave
of the night.
Later, I will consider
what I have seen ---
what it could signify ---
what words of adoration I might
make of it, and to do this
I will go indoors to my desk ---
I will sit in my chair ---
I will look back 
into the lost morning
in which I am moving, now,
like a swimmer,
so smoothly, 
so peacefully,
I am almost the lily ---
almost the bird vanishing over the water
on its sleeves of night.

~大池塘~   譯者：Deines
　　
在大池塘
太陽正升起
他橘色的胸膛
掠過茂密的松樹，
一些橘色的羽毛
飄落在
幽暗的水中。
遠方的池岸上
立着一隻白鳥
彷彿一隻白色的蠟燭——
或者是一位男人，站在遠方
陷入沉思——
而所有環繞著我的百合
在黑夜的洞穴中

再次盛開綻放

之後，我開始思考
我所看見的——
它所象徵的含義—
我將用什麼詞彙來詮釋
註解它，而為了這樣做，
我將進屋回到書桌前——
我將坐在椅子上——
我將開始回想
這個錯過的早晨
此刻，我正遊走在其間， 
像一位泳者，
多麼平穩，
多麼安寧，
我就是那朵百合——
就是那隻己消失在水面的鳥
穿着夜的衣袖。

~Black Oaks~     作者：Mary Oliver

Okay, not one can write a symphony, or a dictionary,

     or even a letter to an old friend, full of remembrance

     and comfort.

Not one can manage a single sound though the blue jays

     carp and whistle all day in the branches, without

     the push of the wind.

But to tell the truth after a while I"m pale with longing

　 for their thick bodies ruckled with lichen

and you can"t keep me from the woods, from the tonnage

　 of their shoulders, and their shining green hair.

Today is a day like any other: twenty-four hours, a

　little sunshine, a little rain.

Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from

　one boot to another -- why don"t you get going?

For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees.

And to tell the truth I don"t want to let go of the wrists

　of idleness, I don"t want to sell my life for money,

　I don"t even want to come in out of the rain.

~黑橡樹~     譯者：Deines

好吧，没有一棵樹能寫出一首交響曲，或是一本字典，

或者是一封寫給老友的信，充滿回憶與安慰。

沒有風的吹拂，没有一棵樹能發出一點聲音

除了藍松鴉整天在樹枝上歌唱。

但是，說真的，過了没多久，我就感到軟弱和渴望

讓健壯的身軀穿上了地衣

你不能阻止我進入樹林，成為它們

寬厚的肩膀，閃亮的綠色頭髮。

今天和其它天都一樣，只有24個小時

一點陽光，一點雨水

聽著，她緊張的將身體的重心，從這腳移到另一隻腳

充滿野心的說，為何你不再繼續走?

因為我己經在那裡了，在長滿青苔的陰影中，在樹底下。

說真的，我不想無所事事的放手，我不想為五斗米折腰

我甚至不想離開這場雨。

Marianne Moore's Silence (Song)