［诗］致谢函

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  2011-03-15 22:54:38 危险的风景 (笙歌散后酒初醒，深院月斜人静)

  感谢信
  [波兰]希姆博尔斯卡
  
  我欠那些
  我不爱的人很多。
  
  欣慰于接受
  有人更爱他们。
  高兴于我不是
  他们羊群的狼。
  
  与他们和平相处，
  自由自在——
  而这爱情既不能给予
  也不能多去。
  
  我不会等候他们
  从窗前到门边。
  耐心得几乎像
  一个日晷，
  我理解
  爱情永远不会理解的。
  我原谅
  爱情永远不会原谅的。
  
  从见面到写信
  只过去了几天或几周，
  而不是一万年。
  
  同他们旅行总是一帆风顺，
  音乐听了，
  教堂逛了，
  风景看了。
  
  当七条河七座山
  隔在我们中间，
  那也是在地图上找得着的
  七条河七座山。
  
  如果我能生活在一个三维空间
  一个有着真正移动的地平线的
  既不抒情也不矫饰的空间，
  那功劳也归于他们。
  
  他们甚至不知道
  他们空空的手里握着多少东西。
  
  “我不欠他们任何东西”，
  关于这个开放的问题，
  爱情会这么回答。
  （周伟驰 译）
  

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  2011-03-16 00:15:09 文 (wren)

  前一个翻译好

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  2011-03-16 15:14:25 damien (永远simple，永远naive)

  A "Thank You" Note
  
  translated from Polish by Joanna Trzeciak
  (http://www.pan.net/trzeciak/)
  
  There is much I owe
  to those I do not love.
  
  The relief in accepting
  they are closer to another.
  
  Joy that I am not
  the wolf to their sheep.
  
  My peace be with them
  for with them I am free,
  and this, love can neither give,
  nor know how to take.
  
  I don't wait for them
  from window to door.
  Almost as patient
  as a sun dial,
  
  I understand
  what love does not understand.
  I forgive
  what love would never have forgiven.
  
  Between rendezvous and letter
  no eternity passes,
  only a few days or weeks.
  
  My trips with them always turn out well.
  Concerts are heard.
  Cathedrals are toured.
  Landscapes are distinct.
  
  And when seven rivers and mountains
  come between us,
  they are rivers and mountains
  well known from any map.
  
  It is thanks to them
  that I live in three dimensions,
  in a non-lyrical and non-rhetorical space,
  with a shifting, thus real, horizon.
  
  They don't even know
  how much they carry in their empty hands.
  
  "I don't owe them anything",
  love would have said
  on this open topic.
  

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  2011-03-16 15:15:20 damien (永远simple，永远naive)

  A "Thank You" Note
  
  Tr. from Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh
  (http://audiopoetry.wordpress.com/2006/03/21/thank-you-note/)
  
  I owe so much
  to those I don’t love.
  
  The relief as I agree
  that someone else needs them more.
  
  The happiness that I’m not
  the wolf to their sheep.
  
  The peace I feel with them,
  the freedom –
  love can neither give
  nor take that.
  
  I don’t wait for them,
  as in window-to-door-and-back.
  Almost as patient
  as a sundial,
  I understand
  what love can’t.
  and forgive
  as love never would.
  
  From a rendezvous to a letter
  is just a few days or weeks,
  not an eternity.
  
  Trips with them always go smoothly,
  concerts are heard,
  cathedrals visited,
  scenery is seen.
  
  And when seven hills and rivers
  come between us,
  the hills and rivers
  can be found on any map.
  
  They deserve the credit
  if I live in three dimensions,
  in nonlyrical and nonrhetorical space
  with a genuine, shifting horizon.
  
  They themselves don’t realize
  how much they hold in their empty hands.
  
  “I don’t owe them a thing,”
  would be love’s answer
  to this open question.
  
  
  
  

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  2012-02-05 16:26:58 liliangego (人人都会是信徒)

  不知為何，喜歡這首

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  2012-02-29 17:24:07 L (be tough)

  喜欢

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