古 老 的 冬 天
【意大利】夸西莫多
在半明不暗的火光中,
你那纤巧的双手我渴望一见,
它们散发橡木和玫瑰的味儿,
也有死亡的气息。古老的冬天。鸟儿寻找谷粒,
转眼间披上雪花,
于是就有这样的话:
少许阳光,一个天使的光圈,
还有雾,还有树,
还有我们——清晨空气的产物。Desire for your fairhands
In the half-light ofthe flame:
I learn of the bayoaks, of the roses;
Of death. Oldwinter.The birds looked forthe grain
And were suddenly insnow;
Like utterances.
A little sun, ashining angel,
And then the fog;and the trees
And we became air inthe morning.
钱鸿嘉 译
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