顾城英文版的诗歌(2)

　　but I do not go to wipe off the glass

　　I know that the sky is blue

　　and every tree raises its hair in its hands

　　in that sound of snapping castanets

　　would be a big black beetle in search of food

　　Everything is so distant

　　I was once as weak as a morning cicada

　　wings soaked through

　　and leaves thick, we were young

　　knew nothing

　　and didn’t want to know

　　all we knew was that the dreams might float up

　　might carry us into the daylight

　　clouds might walk along the wind

　　and the water of the lake might gather the light into flames

　　We look out at leaves turning green

　　Still I didn’t want to know

　　and have not got up to wipe off the glass

　　dark green waves of summer rise and fall

　　oars knocking, knocking

　　fish parting the glossy current

　　the smile of the red bathing suit slowly vanishing

　　everything is so distant

　　and still the summer procrastinates

　　and now the whispers end

　　（Joseph R. Allen 译）　　在夕光里

　　在夕光里，

　　你把嘴紧紧抿起：

　　"只有一刻钟了"

　　就是说 现在上演悲剧。

　　"要相隔十年 百年！"

　　"相距千里 万里！"

　　忽然你顽皮地一笑，

　　暴露了真实的年纪。

　　"话忘了一句。"

　　"嗯 肯定忘了一句。"

　　我们始终没有想出

　　太阳却已悄悄安息。

　　In Sunset's Glow

　　In the evening's glow,

　　your lips tightly closed,

　　you say, "There are only fifteen minutes left,"

　　meaning the sorrow has already begun.

　　"We might be apart for ten or a hundred years;　　we must be thousands, ten-thousand miles apart."

　　But then you smile playfully

　　showing your real age.

　　You say, "I forgot to say even the one sentence."

　　I say, "Yes, you seem to have forgotten that one sentence."

　　We never got around to that sentence all evening;

　　but before we'd noticed, anyway, the sun set in silence.

　　translated by Gordon T. Osing and De-An Wu Swihart