Monday, 29 November 2010

回家路上(史蒂文斯)

回家路上(史蒂文斯)
2010-11-17 23:45:45

当我说,
“没有真理,”
葡萄就显得更肥美了。
狐狸从洞里跑出来。

你呢……你说,
“有许多真理,
可它们并非一个真理的各部分。”
这时候夜晚的树就开始变幻,

从绿色里吐出蓝的烟雾。
我们是树林中的两个人影。
我们说,我们独自站在那儿。

当我说,
“语言并非一个字的各种形式。
在部分的总和里,仍然只有部分。世界只能用眼睛量”;

当你说,
“偶像们见过太多贫穷,
太多蛇,金子和虱子,
却未曾见过真理”;

这时候,寂静就变得最大,最长,夜晚变得最圆,
秋的气息就最温暖,
最切近,也最浓烈。


On the Road Home

It was when I said,
"There is no such thing as the truth,"
That the grapes seemed fatter.
The fox ran out of his hole.

You. . . You said,
"There are many truths,
But they are not parts of a truth."
Then the tree, at night, began to change,

Smoking through green and smoking blue.
We were two figures in a wood.
We said we stood alone.

It was when I said,
"Words are not forms of a single word.
In the sum of the parts, there are only the parts. The world must be measured by eye";

It was when you said,
"The idols have seen lots of poverty,
Snakes and gold and lice,
But not the truth";

It was at that time, that the silence was largest And longest, the night was roundest,
The fragments of the autumn warmest,
Closest and strongest.



  这首诗的结构是这样:两个人,“你”和“我”,分别说了两段话。四段话在形式上是对称的。
  
  前两段两个人只谈真理,说法互相矛盾:我说没有真理,你说有真理而真理不可拆。
  
  后两段引入了人的度量,就没有矛盾了:我说世界只能被人来度量,而度量(语言)不可合;你说人的度量都不是真理。
  
  结论则是这样:真理超越了人,从人的角度看,有没有真理没什么两样。正是在这个最接近家(人境)的地方,寂静变得最漫长。
  
  一首诗竟然有了结论,实在很不像话。史蒂文斯的诗常常思想多于感受,与其说是诗,不如说是哲学。不过既然有写得云缠雾绕的哲学书,那么有如此逻辑顺畅结构整齐的诗也没什么奇怪吧……

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