陈灼

19

In woods where many rivers run

among the unbent hills

and fields of our childhood

where ricks and rainbows mix in memory

although our ‘fields were streets

I see again those myriad mornings rise

when every living thing

cast its shadow in eternity

and all day long the light

like early morning

with its sharp shadows shadowing

a paradise

that I had hardly dreamed of

nor hardly knew to think

of this unshaved today

with its derisive rooks

that rise above dry trees

and caw and cry

and question every other

spring and thing

十九

在有很多河流動的树林里

在我们童年

不屈的群山和田野间

──那里草垛和彩虹在记忆中混合

尽管我们的“田野”是街道──

我再次看见那些数不清的早晨升起

所有活生生的事物

都把阴影投在永恒中

整天里光亮

如同清早

以其轮廓鲜明的阴影使一个乐园

蒙上阴影

使做梦都没想到过

也几乎从未思考过

会有这个未修面的今天

连同其可笑的秃鼻乌鸦

它们高高升起在枯树林上空

又哇又叫

质疑其他每一个春天

和每一样事物               □