Self-Portrait by Adam Zagajewski

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亚当·扎加耶夫斯基（Adam Zagajewski）十二首 [中文介紹和譯詩/黄灿然]

Self-Portrait
by Adam Zagajewski
Translated by Clare Cavanagh
from poets.org

Between the computer, a pencil, and a typewriter
half my day passes. One day it will be half a century.
I live in strange cities and sometimes talk
with strangers about matters strange to me.
I listen to music a lot: Bach, Mahler, Chopin, Shostakovich.
I see three elements in music: weakness, power, and pain.
The fourth has no name.
I read poets, living and dead, who teach me
tenacity, faith, and pride. I try to understand
the great philosophers--but usually catch just
scraps of their precious thoughts.
I like to take long walks on Paris streets
and watch my fellow creatures, quickened by envy,
anger, desire; to trace a silver coin
passing from hand to hand as it slowly
loses its round shape (the emperor's profile is erased).
Beside me trees expressing nothing
but a green, indifferent perfection.
Black birds pace the fields,
waiting patiently like Spanish widows.
I'm no longer young, but someone else is always older.
I like deep sleep, when I cease to exist,
and fast bike rides on country roads when poplars and houses
dissolve like cumuli on sunny days.
Sometimes in museums the paintings speak to me
and irony suddenly vanishes.
I love gazing at my wife's face.
Every Sunday I call my father.
Every other week I meet with friends,
thus proving my fidelity.
My country freed itself from one evil. I wish
another liberation would follow.
Could I help in this? I don't know.
I'm truly not a child of the ocean,
as Antonio Machado wrote about himself,
but a child of air, mint and cello
and not all the ways of the high world
cross paths with the life that--so far--
belongs to me.


自画像 黄灿然 译
文章来源于 中国艺术批评:

　　
在电脑、一支笔和一台打字机之间，
我的半天过去了。有一天半个世纪也会这么过去。
我住在陌生的城市，有时候跟陌生人
谈论对我是陌生的事情。
我听很多音乐：巴赫、马勒、萧邦、肖斯塔科维奇。
我在音乐中看到三种元素：软弱、力量和痛苦。
第四种没有名字。
我读诗人，活着和死去的，他们教会我
坚定、信仰和骄傲。我试图理解
伟大的哲学家们——但往往只抓住
他们宝贵思想的一鳞半爪。
我喜欢在巴黎街头长时间散步，
观看我的同类们被嫉妒、愤怒
和欲望所驱策，充满活力；喜欢追踪一枚硬币
从一只手传到另一只手，慢慢地
磨损它的圆形（皇帝的侧面像已被擦掉）。
我身边树木不表达什么
除了一种绿色、淡漠的完美。
黑鸟在田野踱步，
耐心地等待着，像西班牙寡妇。
我已不再年轻，但总有人更年老。
我喜欢沉睡，沉睡时我就停止存在；
喜欢骑着自行车在乡村道路上飞驰，杨树和房屋
在阳光灿烂的日子里溶化成一团团。
有时候在展览馆里画对我说话，
反讽会突然消失。
我爱看妻子的面孔。
每个星期天给父亲打电话。
每隔一星期跟朋友们见面，
从而证明我的忠诚。
我的祖国摆脱了一个恶魔的束缚。我希望
接着会有另一次解放。
我能帮得上忙吗？我不知道。
我肯定不是大海的儿子，
像安东尼奥·马查多写到自己时所说的，
而是空气、薄荷和大提琴的儿子，
而高尚世界的所有道路并非
都与迄今属于我的生活
交叉而过。

Literary Festival - Adam Zagajewski 1:06 mins