扬尼斯.A.菲利斯[希腊] 诗五首[英汉对照,林巧儿 译]
Yannis A. Phillis [Greece]
Rain in Athens (and other four poems)
Where might the rainy nights be
that cleanse the face and return it in the morning
wide open to a new adjective?
I took the streets with the thin skin
of black mud after rain
because I felt a thirst in the mouth.
Buildings evaporated in the night lights,
a drone coming from the city’s depths.
A beggar at the corner of Patission Street
lay down on the wet side walk,
one arm cut at the elbow
the other at the wrist.
His bare head scarred by an old burn
coming down his face like a tide.
He resembled an extra terrestrial
uncontrollably trembling in his scant clothes
on the wet slabs.
Grotesque movements of his arm stubs
as if to protect himself from fire
or to signal something apocryphal
from his two-dimensional world.
I know how cold the universe is
but I never cease to wonder.
Time
I don’t know how to count many things
not even the days a hyacinth brings back
between two stones every January.
I sit at the small kitchen table
that could barely accommodate us,
the mother, the father, five in all.
The mystery of space, then of time.
One by one they left.
Alone now, I cut the bread in the same place.
How many voices and laughs,
how many ritual motions it takes
to undo this void,
how much trial and error
to land on this earth’s speck of dust
in one of billions galaxies.
The rain is dancing on a rosemary bush.
I know that it doesn’t dance for me
or the blackbird launching tiny rainbows
from its glossy plumage.
I didn’t think
I didn’t think of Constantine Cavafy
or the familiar metaphor
what are we waiting for, gathered here in the market?
I didn’t think of Wystan Auden
or Ezra Pound
or Anna Akhmatova
and the cold absence of metaphor in the verse
In those years only the dead smiled
I didn’t think of Paul Celan
or George Seferis
or Wislawa Szymborska
or Zbigniew Herbert
or even Odysseus Elytis
or Czeslaw Milosz
or Joseph Brodsky
and the reason was
that I had been absorbed by a red-breasted robin
that had been absorbed by an insect
and the sun was setting
behind a transparent red cloud
absolute like life’s farce.
From Corinth to Athens
The highway goes east.
A mountain ridge from dinosaur skin on the left
the sea on the right, unoriginal.
A buzz of kilometers in the bus.
The road ties me to the world,
it makes me part of it.
After many years I learned
that roads have no return
that seasons come with their own vocabulary
and then disappear somewhere in the universe.
I’m looking at the cypresses through the window
as they pass like an unsynchronized movie
randomly bending by the wind.
Momentarily I think they bow to us
but I know that we are a passing detail
in a landscape that converses only with the wind and the rain.
Communication
It’s raining in Athens
and the city is putting on its mask
a little old from the 20th century,
somewhat worn out, a mask nonetheless,
forgotten ancient names, dates
that became street names before they faded.
Strangers running away from their small stories
like the superstitious run from ghosts.
The rain transforms the city into a metaphor
as the raindrops tap on the polished streets
their code that no one is receiving
but the rain persists
for the sake of a solitary bitter orange tree in the side walk
that shamelessly stands for the world
at the moment everyone is gone.
扬尼斯.A.菲利斯[希腊]
雅典的雨（外四首）
夜晚，哪里会有雨呢
它清洁（事物）表面并在早上归还
一个新的形容词由此变得更广义
因为我感到口干舌燥。
雨后，我就走到了街上
它们的表面铺了一层薄薄的黑淤泥
建筑物在夜晚的光线下升起蒸汽，
一架来自城市深处的无人机。
帕提森街拐角处，
一个乞丐躺在潮湿的人行道上，
一只手的肘部被割伤
另一个伤口在手腕处。
他光秃秃的头被一处旧烧伤留下了疤痕
像一道潮汐涌到了他的脸上。
他多像个外星人啊
在潮湿的石板上。
穿着单薄的衣服，无法控制颤抖
他以手臂做着怪诞的动作
好像是为了保护自己免受火灾
或者从他的二维世界里
发出一些难以通用的信号
我知道宇宙有多冷
但我从未停止过探寻。
时间
我不知道怎么数那么多的东西
包括风信子带回来的日子
两块石头之间的每年的一月份。
我坐在厨房的小桌子旁
它几乎无法容纳我们，
母亲，父亲，一共五个。
先是空间的奥秘，然后是时间的奥秘。
他们一个接一个地消逝了。
现在，我一个人在同一个地方切面包。
为了消除那空隙，
需要有多少声音和笑声，
需要有多少个程序和动议
尘埃降落在地球——
数十亿个星系中的一个行星
经历了多少次尝试和失败
雨水在迷迭香丛上翩翩起舞。
我知道，它既不是为我而舞蹈
也不是为那黑鸟，它那光滑的羽毛发出微小的虹霓
我没想到
我没想到康斯坦丁·卡瓦菲
或者熟悉的比喻
聚集在市场上，我们还在等什么？
我没有想到维斯坦·奥顿
或埃兹拉·庞德
或安娜·阿赫玛托娃
以及诗歌中不该缺乏的隐喻
在那些年里，只有死者微笑
我没想到保罗·策兰
或者乔治·塞弗里斯
或维斯瓦娃·辛波斯卡
或者兹比格涅夫·赫伯特
甚至奥德修斯·埃利蒂斯
或切斯瓦夫·米沃什
或者约瑟夫·布罗茨基
原因是
一只被昆虫吸收了的红胸知更鸟
迷惑了我
在透明的红云后面
太阳正在下山
（这一切）非常像一出人生的闹剧。
从科林斯到雅典
这条高速公路往东走。
左边是山脊，貌似恐龙的表面皮肤
右边是大海，乏味如初。
公共汽车行走了好几公里，一直嗡嗡作响。
这条路将我与世界联系在一起，
这让我成为其中的一部分。
多年后我懂得了
(选择了的)道路很难回头
每个季节都带来自己的语言
然后又消失在世界的某个地方。
我透过窗户看着柏树
就像一部不同步的电影在上映
被风随意地吹得弯曲了。
我认为它们在向我们鞠躬
但我知道我们只是一个快速流动的事物
存在于一个只能与风和雨对话的风景中。
交流
雅典正在下雨
这座城市戴上了口罩
有点老化了，像从20世纪走来，
有点破旧，而且戴着道具，
被遗忘的古代的名字、日期
消失之前就成为了街道的名字。
陌生人逃离他们的繁琐俗务
就像从幽灵中逃出来的惊魂一样。
雨水拍打着抛光的街道
把这座城市变成了一个比喻
没有人收到它们的密码
但是雨还在下
人行道上一棵孤独的橘子树
孤勇且无奈地代表着世界
这个时候，所有人都走了。
（林巧儿 译；Tr. Lina moon）
About the Author:
Yannis A. Phillis was born in Nauplion, Greece, in 1950. He is Engineering Professor at the Technical University of Crete in Chania where he was Rector for more than 12 years. He has published eight poetry collections in Greek, one in English, five novels, and several environmental and technical books. He has received the Harry Kurnitz Literary Award at UCLA twice and numerous awards in Greece and the US for his literary, environmental and scientific work. His poetry has appeared in literary magazines in Greek, English, German, Chinese and French. He is a member of the Greek PEN and Poets and Writers, USA, and Fellow of the American Association for the Advancement of Science.
作者简介：
扬尼斯.A.菲利斯，1950年出生于希腊纳夫普利翁。他是位于查尼亚的克里特技术大学的工程学教授，并且担任该校校长超过12年。他出版了八部希腊语诗集，一部英语诗集，五部小说，以及几部环境与技术书籍。他曾两次在加州大学洛杉矶分校获得哈里·库尔尼茨文学奖，并因其文学、环境和科学工作而在希腊和美国获得多项奖项。他的诗歌发表于希腊语、英语、德语、汉语和法语文学杂志。系希腊笔会、美国诗人作家协会的成员，也是美国科学促进会的研究员。
译者简介：
林巧儿，写格律诗词和现代诗，译诗评诗。她是混语版《国际诗歌翻译》季刊客座总编，《中国红馆》执行总编，已在美国、中国等地发表（出版）各类英文作品、英译（中译）作品 60 多万字，多次获得各类诗赛奖项如“人祖山”杯（人祖山管委会与中国诗歌学会合办）等。
About the Translator:
Lina moon,is mainly engaged in creation of traditional Chinese metrical poetry and modern poetry, poetry translation and poetry review. She is the guest-editor of the guest editor of Rendition of International Poetry (multilingual) and the executive editor of large poetry society The Red Pavilion. She has published six more than hundred thousand words in magazines and newspapers in the United States, China and other places, including all Kinds of English work, translation works between Chinese and English. She has won some awards in various poetry competitions, such as the “Renzu Mountain” Cup (Jointly organized by Renzu Mountain Management Committee and the Chinese Poetry Society).