[意大利]多米尼克•德菲利斯 诗四首【意英汉对照，李正栓 译】

[Italia]Domenico Defelice

Biondo Aprile (e altre tre poesie)

O biondo aprile,

e chi ti disse ch’ero innamorato

di Martellina?

Portato hai le viole

per i suoi capelli biondi,

le rose per il suo seno

e molli tappeti di margherite

per i suoi piedi di fata.

Ma gli anni son passati

e la sua bocca odora

del tabacco di mille drudi

e le sue gambe hanno il brio

delle danze sfrenate.

Pure vivo ancora di ricordi,

vivo di sogni. Oh, la sua bocca

come un garofano rosso,

le sue mani di fata,

i suoi capelli biondi,

biondo aprile!

Sinfonia D’insetti

Maggio entra nelle vene

con il profumo delle campanule.

Nuova luce - e che luce! - arde

nei tuoi occhi di conchiglia.

Vorrei narrarti in questa

sinfonia d’insetti

com’è profonda la malinconia

che mi affatica; vorrei dirti

che t’amo come quando...

e rifioriva Cleome spinosa!...

Ora che corri sull’arco dei miei sogni

a rinverdire la passione

già come un tempo maggio

più dolce si fa, più lacrimoso.

Ritorna, io non ti so scordare.

Giugno di Sole e di Piacere

Giugno è fatto di sole e di piacere,

di sole e di piacere è la tua carne;

io voglio te per vivere d’amore e di piacere

e di gocce di luna, d’ansie pure e di pene.

Oh, no, non dirmi ch’è finito il giorno,

che non hai più mani d’anguilla...

la sera ancora gravida di stelle

e scoppiano rossi sopra il melograno

i fiori voluttuosi del piacere...

Sul prato ricamato dalle lucciole

il grano è biondo come i tuoi capelli...

Un’altra Vita

E tu profumi come le felci, Amore,

ch’hanno sapore di frescura,

come il fieno maturo,

come la limpida vena in mezzo al bosco

adornata di muschio e viole

ora che luglio t’inebria

e ti stordisce con il suo fuoco.

Forse tu non sai né comprendi questi odori

di campagna, questa sinfonia

d’insetti non odi; tu vivi

sullo Stretto* in cui si specchia la magia

e straniero è il mio canto: ben altri suoni

e profumi racchiude l’arco

di tua vita. Tu vivi un’altra vita.

Tu ti dissolvi in altri incantamenti.

Altri ricordi e sogni nutre il tuo cuore di farfalla.

Così questa mia ballata triste

la calda estate disperde,

luglio divino che ti accarezza

e t’innamora. Tu vivi un’altra vita

sconosciuta forse anche al mio canto.

  * di Messina

[Italy]Domenico Defelice

Golden April (and other three poems)

Oh, Golden April,

and who told you that I was in love

with Marcellina?

You brought violets

for her golden hair,

roses for her breast

and soft carpets of daisies

for her fairy-like feet.

But years have passed

and her mouth now reeks

of tobacco of a thousand men

and her legs have the lively sway

of the wildest dances.

And yet I live of memories,

I live of dreams. Oh, her mouth

like a red carnation,

her fairy-like hands,

her golden hair,

Golden April!

A Symphony of Insects

May enters in your veins

with the fragrance of bluebells.

New light - and what light! - Glows

in your shell-like eyes.

I would like to tell you, in this

symphony of insects,

how deep is the sadness

that wearies me; I would like to tell you

that I love you as much as when...

and the thorny cleome was again in bloom!...

Now that you are flowing on the arc of my dreams

to awaken the passion,

just as long ago, May

becomes sweeter, more tearful.

Come back, I can’t forget you.

June of Sun and Pleasure

June is made of sun and pleasure,

of sun and pleasure is your flesh;

I want you so I can live of love and pleasure

and of moondrops, of pure eagerness, and of sorrows...

Oh no, don’t tell me that the day is over,

that you no longer have your soft, lively hands...

The night is still filled with stars,

and the voluptuous fruits of pleasure are

bursting red on the pomegranate tree...

On the fireflies’ embroidered meadow

the corn is golden like your golden hair...

Another Life

And your fragrance is like the ferns, love,

which have a flavor of freshness,

like ripe hay,

like the limpid stream in the forest

Adorned with moss and violets

now that July thrills

and stuns you with his fire.

Perhaps you don’t know or understand these sweet smells

of the fields, you can't hear this symphony

of insects; you live

on the Strait1 in which magic is reflected

and foreign is my song; the arc of your life

encloses other sounds and fragrances.

You live another life.

You are dissolving in other magics.

Your butterfly’s heart is nourishing other memories and dreams.

And so, the hot summer dissolves

this sad love song of mine,

divine July that caresses you

and seduces you. You live another life

perhaps unknown even to my song.

 1) The Strait of Messina (Italy)

   (Traduzione in inglese di Aida Pedrina)

[意大利]多米尼克•德菲利斯

金色的四月（外三首）

金色的四月啊，

谁告诉你我与

马塞丽娜恋爱？

你为她的金发

带来了紫罗兰，

为她的胸带来玫瑰，

为她的仙女般双脚

带来柔软的雏菊花毯。

但，岁月流逝，

她的嘴现在满是

无数男人的烟臭味，

她的双腿欢快地

摆动着最野性的舞蹈。

而我却生活在记忆里，

在旧梦里。啊，我记得她的嘴

像红色的康乃馨，

记得她仙女般的手

她金色的发

金色的四月。

昆虫交响曲

五月进入你的血脉里，

散发着蓝铃花的芳香。

在你贝壳般的双眸里，

一道何等新光在闪亮！

我想告诉你，在这

昆虫的交响曲里

隐藏着多么深的忧郁，

令我疲倦。还想告诉你

我爱你，那么深，就像那时……

醉蝶花又在盛开……

既然你在我梦弧中流淌

激起我热情奔放，

就像以前。五月更香甜，

更令人热泪涟涟。

回来吧，我无力把你遗忘。

充满阳光与欢乐的六月

六月是阳光和欢乐组成的;

你的身是阳光和欢乐组成的。

我需要你，想生活在爱和欢乐中，

生活在月滴、期盼和悲哀中……

不要啊，不要告诉我白日依山尽，

不要说你不再拥有你诱人的酥手……

黑夜依然繁星闪烁

丰满而欢乐的果实

在石榴树上怒放，红满枝头……

在萤火虫锦绣的草地上

玉米就像你的发，金色辉煌……

另一种人生

亲爱的，你身体像蕨草那么香，

新鲜扑鼻，

像成熟的干草，

像林中晶莹的溪水流淌，

点缀着青苔和紫罗兰。

此刻，七月充满激情，

用它的火把你我震惊。

或许你不懂这些田野的芳香，

也听不见昆虫们的交响；

你生活在

魔力映照的海峡¹，那里

我歌声具有异国风光，你生命的弧

包含着其他声音和芳香。

你过着另一种生活。

你融入其他魔幻里。

你彩蝶之心滋养者其他记忆和梦想。

所以炎热的夏天融化着

我这悲伤的爱情之歌，

神圣的七月抚摸着你，

诱惑着你。你有另一种生活，

或许甚至听不懂我的歌。

    注释：海峡，意大利墨西拿海峡。

      （阿依达·坡德立娜 英译）

     （李正栓 汉译；Translated into Chinese by Li Zhengshuan）

About the author:

Domenico Defelice, born at Anoia (Reggio Calabria), Italy on the 3rd of October 1936, is a distinguished poet and writer in contemporary Italy. He lives at Pomezia (Rome), where he directs the monthly magazine Pomezia-Notizie which was founded by him 49 years ago. He also teaches at Rome and Aprilia in a Professional Training Centre. He is a correspondent for the daily newspaper Avvenire and collaborator of many Italian and foreign magazines (Nuova Antologia, Pietraserena, La Voce di Calabria, La Voce Pugliese, Il Corriere di Reggio, La Procellaria, Alla Bottega,La Voce del Mezzogiorno, Cronaca di Calabria, Minosse,Aspetti Letterari, La Gazzetta Ciociara,La Sonda, Luce Serafica etc.). He is also foreign correspondent of the French magazines Annales (of the Accademy for Art Literature of Perigord). He is the organizer of the Yearly International Literature Award Pomezia Città.

作者简介：

多米尼克·德菲利斯，1936年10月3日生于意大利的阿诺亚河（勒佐卡拉布里亚），意大利当代著名诗人、作家。现居波梅齐亚（罗马），在那掌管着月刊《波梅齐亚新闻》，此刊由他创立于49年前。他还在罗马和阿普利亚的一家专业培训中心授课。他还是《前途日报》每日新闻的通讯员，并且是意大利与多家外国杂志的合作者（《诺瓦作品精选》，Pietraserena，《拉•露伊浓·迪·卡拉布里亚》，《拉·露伊浓·普利亚》，《Il狄瑞欧报》，《海燕》,《阿拉·博泰加》，《南方之声》，《克隆尼卡·迪·卡拉布里亚》，《米诺斯》，Aspetti Letterari，La Gazzetta Ciociara, La Sonda, Luce Serafica etc）。系《法国杂志年鉴》的驻外记者（佩里戈尔文学院）。也是波梅齐亚城每年国际文学奖的组织者。

译者简介:

李正栓，河北师范大学教授、北京大学文学博士、英国斯特灵大学荣誉博士、博士生导师。省高校教学名师、省社会科学优秀青年专家、省中青年社科专家五十人工程人员、省有突出贡献的中青年专家。

中国英汉语比较研究会典籍英译委员会会长、中国译协理事、中国译协专家会员、河北省翻译学会会长。

译著主要包括毛泽东诗词英译、乐府诗英译、藏族格言诗英译、彭斯诗歌汉译。

讲授英美诗歌、英国文艺复兴时期诗歌。主持国家在线一流课程《英美诗歌欣赏》。

About the translator:

Li Zhengshuan, PhD of Peking University, Honorary Doctor of University of Stirling, is a professor at Hebei Normal University. He has got the titles such as Top Teacher of Hebei Province, Middle-aged Expert in Social Sciences of Hebei, one of the 50 Middle-aged Experts in Social Sciences of Hebei, Middle-aged Expert with Prominent Contribution to Hebei.

He is chair of the Committee for Translating Chinese Classics into English under China Association for Comparative Studies of English and Chinese, Council member of Translators Association of China, Expert member of Translators Association of China, Chair of Hebei Translation Society.

His translation works include English translation of Mao Zedong’s poems, English translation of Yuefu poetry, English translation of Tibetan Gnomic verses and Chinese translation of Robert Burns’ poems.

He teaches English and American poetry, British renaissance poetry. He presides over the national online first-rate course “Appreciation of English and American Poetry”.