◎董继平 译
无论它们像屋顶上沉闷的鼓那样发出噪音;
还是从遮阴处出来,一个筋斗便骤然展翅飞进阳光,然后回到遮阴处;
还是它们前伸的脖子像蛋白石戒指那样生生死死;
还是它们在傍晚的森林中熟睡,如此紧密地群集在一起,以至于那棵橡树的最高枝条不堪负重这类着色的果实,有断裂的危险;
还是那边的那两只突然开始流露出疯狂的信号,开始抽搐;
还是其中之一流亡归来,携带着一窝雏鸟,犹如想到遥远的朋友而飞翔——要是我有鸽子的翅膀就好了……(啊!爱的誓言!);
然而,尽管起初很有趣,到最后它们也厌倦了。
它们就是没法保持安静,它们在自己的旅程上从来不学任何东西。
它们相当愚蠢地度过整整一生。它们坚持认为,雏鸟是通过你的嘴喙而创造出来的。
归根到底,它们的喉咙有什么东西,又无法咽下去——它们对这种遗传的痴迷令人难以忍受。
PIGEONS
Whether they’re making a noise like a muffled drum on the roof;
or coming out of the shade,tumbling and bursting into the sun and then going back into the shade;
or their darting neck is living and dying like an opal ring;
or they’re falling asleep in the evening in the forest,so tightly packed that the highest branch of the oak tree is threatening to break under this load of painted fruit;
or those two over there suddenly start exchanging frantic signals and fall into convulsions;
or one of them’s returning from exile carrying a litter,flying like the thought of a faraway friend—had I the wings of a dove...(Ah!A pledge of love!);
but,though amusing to begin with,in the end,they’re boring.
They just can’t keep still and they never learn anything on their travels.
They spend their whole lives being rather silly.They persist in thinking babies are made through your beak.
And in the long run,this hereditary obsession of theirs that they’ve got something in their throats that they can’t swallow becomes unbearable.
夜晚侍候了这么久,因此它都破烂不堪了。
它的顶部没有磨破,比如群星,但在底部,如同拖曳在地面石头和树木之间的衣裙,在那下面不健康的隧洞和潮湿的地窖中。
一块夜的碎片爬进每个角落。蒺藜把它刺穿,寒意把它冻结起来,泥淖把它弄脏。每天早晨,当夜晚消散的时候,肮脏的破布就乱糟糟地掉落下来。
那就是蝙蝠诞生的方式。
因为它们那样诞生,它们就不能面对明亮的日光。
当太阳落下,我们享受凉爽空气的时候,蝙蝠就从它们倒挂身子的古老屋梁上松开自己。