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Saturday, 24 January 2009

『譯作 · FIRST SNOW』



初雪(选段)

[加拿大] 吉丽安·道格拉斯

译 / 顾忆青

(译文)


      一天夜晚,当我从隐居的小屋向窗外望去,金黄的灯光下,柔软的雪花悄无声息地悠然飘落。整整一宿,飞雪纷扬不息。梯尔河的流水渐入宁静,喧嚣的森林归于沉寂。黎明时分,溪流川谷、林木群山已是白雪一片,皑皑动人。
      天蒙蒙亮,我便出了家门,屋外静谧无声,甚至连我的呼吸都成了一种打扰。北边的山峰泛出灰蓝的色泽,而西边的天空夜色还未消散。不断漫延的淡粉色晕染着东南边广袤的天际。我抬头仰望,依稀可见晨曦中的星宿,正俯瞰着这片白茫茫的世界。
      顷刻之间,整个天空有如火焰般一派红光。寒冷和沉静压弯了树枝,晶莹的冰雪覆盖了树桩,倒落的残木宛若披上了银装。遍生野莓的树丛间,随处可见嫩生的白色马勃菌,像是缀满珠宝的棉絮。铁杉和雪松光秃秃的树根已然成了石英和橄榄石砌成的洞穴。
      大雪过后,常青树最是可人,被积雪压弯的白色树枝垂挂在树干上,如同一只为抵御严寒而合拢翅膀的巨鸟。
      然而,小雪之后,最美的当属落叶树了。它们有如烟雾般飘渺轻盈,似乎是沿着河岸飘去,但又脆弱得不堪一击,仿佛这水声也能将它们震碎。银丝细缕的灌木丛恍若置身幻境,它好似轻得可以踮起脚尖,哪怕最轻柔的微风也会吹落枝梢上微微闪烁的雪花,徒留空荡的枝条,叫人怜爱不已。

(原文)

First Snow
(Excerpt)


Gilean Douglas (1900-1993)


      One evening I look out the window of my secluded cabin, and there are soft languid flakes falling in the golden lamplight. They fall all night, while the voice of the Teal River becomes more and more hushed and the noises of the forest die away. By dawn, the whole world of stream and wood and mountain had been kindled to a white flame of beauty.

      I go out on the early morning and there is such silence that even breath is a profanation. The mountain to the north has steel-blue light on it, and to the west the sky still holds something of the darkness of the night. To the east and the south a faint pink is spreading. I look up and see the morning star keeping white watch over a white world.

      Soon the whole sky is azure and flaming. Every branch of every tree is weighted with cold and stillness; every stump is crowned with crystal; every fallen log is overlaid with silver. The wild berry bushes have puffballs of jeweler’s cotton here and there along their branches, and the stark roots of hemlocks and cedars have become grottoes of quartz and chrysolite.

      After heavy snowfalls, it is the evergreens that are the loveliest, with their great white branches weighted down until they are almost parallel with the trunks. They seem like giant birds with their wings folded against the cold.

      But after a light fall, it is the deciduous trees that are the most beautiful. They are so fragile, so ethereal, that it seems even the sound of the rivers might shatter them as they appear to drift like crystal smoke along the banks. The bushes are silver filigree, so light, so much on tiptoe in this enchanted world. Even the slightest breeze sends the snow shimmering down from them, leaving the branches brown and bare and rather pitiful.



关于作者:Gilean Joan Douglas

      吉丽安•道格拉斯 (1900-1993),是加拿大自然作家。她以诗人著称,但她同时也是摄影记者、女权主义者、历史学家和政治活动家。生长男权家庭的环境下,对成为独立女性的渴望便成了她写作灵感的源泉。她的诗歌、散文、小说和自传等作品,时间跨度近八十年,描写了在这段光阴岁月里,她的四段婚姻、在卡斯克德山(Cascade Mountains)的十年以及在英属哥伦比亚科尔特斯岛(Cortes Island)四十年的生活经历。她的自然散文作品集有《我所漫步的河流》(River For My Sidewalk, 1953)、《宁静是我的故乡:梯尔河生活记》(Silence Is My Homeland: Life on Teal River , 1978)和《守护之所》(The Protected Place, 1979)。 (顾忆青)

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《初雪》全文: First Snow


Friday, 16 January 2009

『譯作 · SUNDAY BEFORE THE WAR』


大战前的星期天 (节选)


[英] 亚瑟·克拉顿·布洛克

译 / 顾忆青


(译文)

      可是,当战争疯狂肆虐别处山谷,此处的平静又有何幸福可言?人们的内心又能否安定依旧呢?此地的美景一如既往,由人类的意志深扎大地。然而,与那些奔赴前线的人相比,在这里生活的人们本性并无二致,同样承受着近乎疯狂的本能支配。在我们人类身上,创造与毁灭的力量并存,时而有如神明般高瞻远瞩,时而又如野兽般愚昧无知。今天的我们或许并无过错,而为战之人也生就如此,他们的所做所为令我们憎恶,但他们何尝又不这么认为?这就是所谓宿命,自过去的兽性而来,我们至今难以掌控。如今,这命运彷佛源自寰宇间固有的恶,即便身处僻静优美的山谷,我们也依然无法摆脱它的嘲弄。但其实并非如此,我们并不像野兽那般孤立与冷漠。倘若我们的民族暂且忘却了我们共有的人性,以及对未来的希冀,那么另一个民族必将肩负起这一神圣的使命,抛却憎恨,毫不畏惧地坚守着它,直至疯狂平息。但愿这就是我们现在的职责,为了维护世界未来的和平而战,怀着恒久的勇气一往无前,而此般勇锐无需仇恨激起。

(原文)

Sunday Before The War
(Excerpt)

Arthur Clutton-Brock (1868-1924)

      But what happiness can there be in that peace, or what security in the mind of man, when the madness of war is let loose in so many other valleys? Here there is a beauty inherited from the past, and added to the earth by man’s will; but the men here are of the same nature and subject to the same madness as those who are gathering to fight on the frontier. We are all men with the same power of making and destroying, with the same divine foresight mocked by the same animal blindness. We ourselves may not be in fault today, but it is human beings in no way different from us who are doing what we abhor and they abhor even while they do it. There is a fate, coming from the beast in our own past, that the present man in us has not yet mastered, and for the moment that fate seems a malignity in the nature of the universe that mocks us even in the beauty of these lonely hills. But it is not so, for we are not separate and indifferent like the beasts; and if one nation for the moment forgets our common humanity and its future, then another must take over that sacred charge and guard it without hatred or fear until the madness is passed. May that be our task now, so that we may wage war only for the future peace of the world and with the lasting courage that needs no stimulant of hate.




© National Portrait Gallery, London


关于作者Arthur Clutton-Brock

      亚瑟·克拉顿·布洛克 (1868-1924),是英国散文家、文艺评论家和记者。他曾为英国《泰晤士报·文学增刊》(TLS: Times Literary Supplement)写过众多关于文学和艺术的批评散文。英国诗人欧那斯特·莱斯(Ernest Rhys)曾对他有过这样的评价:“他向我们展示了如何为期刊散文注入永恒的阅读价值”("...shown again how to give the periodical essay the savour of permanent things." )。布洛克的思想深受英国“工艺美术运动”的领导人、小说家、诗人威廉·莫里斯(William Morris)的社会主义、唯美主义思潮的影响,承袭了意大利哲学家、历史学家、美学家克罗齐(Benedetto Croce)对艺术精神及其真理质朴而又纯粹的追求。(顾忆青)

作品主题

      《大战前的星期天》又译《战前星期天》(Sunday Before the War) ,是英国散文中的名篇。生活在边远山谷中的居民,本来过着世外桃源般的日子,却因战争的爆发而失去往日的宁静祥和,匆忙备战。作者将写景与议论抒情巧妙结合,文笔优美细腻,运用了对比衬托的手法,突出了文章的主题:为了“世界未来的和平”,大家必须鼓起勇气去作战。此文陆谷孙先生曾经翻译过。

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《大战前的星期天》全文: Sunday Before the War