罗伯特·勃莱

1.
有时，开着一辆车，在威斯康星
或伊利诺斯，你会注意到那些黑色的电线杆
一个接一个，举起自己伸出防护网，
渐渐跳入灰色的天空——
越过，雪野。

2.
黑暗像雪一样飘落在威斯康星
已收割的玉米地里: 在这些黑色的枝叶上
逐一，溃散
穿过雪地——
我们看到僵直的野草和褐色的碎秸
而现在，只有白雪滞留在收割机
车辙里

3.
这也，是个乐趣，开车
去芝加哥，天色将晚
看到仓房里有灯。
光秃秃的树比任何时侯都显得庄严
像个临终的暴徒躺在床上
而沿路的沟渠里已私藏了半渠的雪

(安琪尔译)



Three kinds of pleasures
——by Robert Bly
I

Sometimes, riding in a car, in Wisconsin
Or Illinois, you notice those dark telephone poles
One by one lift themselves out of the fence line
And slowly leap on the gray sky —
And past them, the snowy fields.


II

The darkness drifts down like snow on the picked cornfields
In Wisconsin: and on these black trees
Scattered, one by one,
Through the winter fields —
We see stiff weeds and brownish stubble,
And white snow left now only in the wheeltracks of the
combine.


III

It is a pleasure, also, to be driving
Toward Chicago, near dark,
And see the lights in the barns.
The bare trees more dignified than ever,
Like a fierce man on his deathbed,
And the ditches along the road half full of a private snow.

罗伯特·勃莱

1.
有时，开着一辆车，在威斯康星
或伊利诺斯，你会注意到那些黑色的电线杆
一个接一个，举起自己伸出防护网，
渐渐跳入灰色的天空——
越过，雪野。

2.
黑暗像雪一样飘落在威斯康星
已收割的玉米地里: 在这些黑色的枝叶上
逐一，溃散
穿过雪地——
我们看到僵直的野草和褐色的碎秸
而现在，只有白雪滞留在收割机
车辙里

3.
这也，是个乐趣，开车
去芝加哥，天色将晚
看到仓房里有灯。
光秃秃的树比任何时侯都显得庄严
像个临终的暴徒躺在床上
而沿路的沟渠里已私藏了半渠的雪

(安琪尔译)



Three kinds of pleasures
——by Robert Bly
I

Sometimes, riding in a car, in Wisconsin
Or Illinois, you notice those dark telephone poles
One by one lift themselves out of the fence line
And slowly leap on the gray sky —
And past them, the snowy fields.


II

The darkness drifts down like snow on the picked cornfields
In Wisconsin: and on these black trees
Scattered, one by one,
Through the winter fields —
We see stiff weeds and brownish stubble,
And white snow left now only in the wheeltracks of the
combine.


III

It is a pleasure, also, to be driving
Toward Chicago, near dark,
And see the lights in the barns.
The bare trees more dignified than ever,
Like a fierce man on his deathbed,
And the ditches along the road half full of a private snow.