独木舟 Canoe

朱峰

独木舟

作者：季思 · 道格拉斯（英）
翻译：朱峰


好吧，我想这也许是我的最后一个
夏天了，却不愿失去哪怕一丁点儿
快乐，在这毫无新意的
闲暇时光里。我不再恐惧

不管背后徘徊着怎样的宿命
草儿，树木以及昏睡的河流
他们知道自己将会与世长存
彼此交流着炎热季节里完全

低迷无望的声音。是什么突如其来的
厄运会阻止我殷切地期望明年的
归来？吹一声口哨，我就会听到并在
另一个夜晚赶来，当这只小船

载着你独自去往以弗里小镇：
当你躺下盼望天空中雷声再起,
这凉凉的触摸不是雨，
是我的灵魂在你唇边轻吻。



Canoe

by Keith Douglas


Well, I am thinking this may be my last
summer, but cannot lose even a part
of pleasure in the old-fashioned art
of idleness. I cannot stand aghast

at whatever doom hovers in the background
while grass and trees and the somnolent river
who know they are allowed to last for ever
exchange between them the whole subdued sound

of this hot time. What sudden fearful fate
can deter my shade wandering next year
from a return? Whistle, and I will hear
and come another evening when this boat

travels with you alone towards Iffley:
as you lie looking up for thunder again,
this cool touch does not betoken rain;
it is my spirit that kisses your mouth lightly.

李世纯

大河原 发表于 2018-10-18 12:04
https://www.poemhunter.com/keith-douglas/biography/

Douglas described his poetic style as 'extros ...

Alamein to Zem Zem.[2] He was killed in action during the invasion of Normandy.
他是在入侵诺曼底期间阵亡的。

李世纯

大河原 发表于 2018-10-18 12:09
Probably no other poem conveys the feeling of forthcoming loss, in this subtle, beautiful and immobi ...

学 峰 ： 大 河 ： 朋 友 ： 有 请：


小弟不揣冒昧，首译《 独木舟 Canoe》之上
领教学峰仁兄，惠译《 独木舟 Canoe》之中
领教大河仁兄，惠译《 独木舟 Canoe》之下



体例不限，直译，意译，均可；何如？



文献参考：


独木舟

作者：季思 · 道格拉斯（英）
翻译：朱峰


好吧，我想这也许是我的最后一个
夏天了，却不愿失去哪怕一丁点儿
快乐，在这毫无新意的
闲暇时光里。我不再恐惧

不管背后徘徊着怎样的宿命
草儿，树木以及昏睡的河流
他们知道自己将会与世长存
彼此交流着炎热季节里完全

低迷无望的声音。是什么突如其来的
厄运会阻止我殷切地期望明年的
归来？吹一声口哨，我就会听到并在
另一个夜晚赶来，当这只小船

载着你独自去往以弗里小镇：
当你躺下盼望天空中雷声再起,
这凉凉的触摸不是雨，
是我的灵魂在你唇边轻吻。



Canoe                                                                         （上）

by Keith Douglas                       


Well, I am thinking this may be my last
summer, but cannot lose even a part
of pleasure in the old-fashioned art
of idleness. I cannot stand aghast

at whatever doom hovers in the background
while grass and trees and the somnolent river
who know they are allowed to last for ever
exchange between them the whole subdued sound

of this hot time. What sudden fearful fate             （中）
can deter my shade wandering next year
from a return? Whistle, and I will hear
and come another evening when this boat

travels with you alone towards Iffley:
as you lie looking up for thunder again,                                              （下）
this cool touch does not betoken rain;
it is my spirit that kisses your mouth lightly.

李世纯

学 峰 ： 大 河 ： 朋 友 ： 有 请：


小弟不揣冒昧，首译《 独木舟 Canoe》之上
领教学峰仁兄，惠译《 独木舟 Canoe》之中
领教大河仁兄，惠译《 独木舟 Canoe》之下



体例不限，直译，意译，均可；何如？



文献参考：


独木舟

作者：季思 · 道格拉斯（英）
翻译：朱峰


好吧，我想这也许是我的最后一个
夏天了，却不愿失去哪怕一丁点儿
快乐，在这毫无新意的
闲暇时光里。我不再恐惧

不管背后徘徊着怎样的宿命
草儿，树木以及昏睡的河流
他们知道自己将会与世长存
彼此交流着炎热季节里完全

低迷无望的声音。是什么突如其来的
厄运会阻止我殷切地期望明年的
归来？吹一声口哨，我就会听到并在
另一个夜晚赶来，当这只小船

载着你独自去往以弗里小镇：
当你躺下盼望天空中雷声再起,
这凉凉的触摸不是雨，
是我的灵魂在你唇边轻吻。



Canoe                                                                         （上）

by Keith Douglas                       


Well, I am thinking this may be my last
summer, but cannot lose even a part
of pleasure in the old-fashioned art
of idleness. I cannot stand aghast

at whatever doom hovers in the background
while grass and trees and the somnolent river
who know they are allowed to last for ever
exchange between them the whole subdued sound

of this hot time. What sudden fearful fate             （中）
can deter my shade wandering next year
from a return? Whistle, and I will hear
and come another evening when this boat

travels with you alone towards Iffley:
as you lie looking up for thunder again,                                              （下）
this cool touch does not betoken rain;
it is my spirit that kisses your mouth lightly.

李世纯

潘学峰 发表于 2018-10-14 20:49
我觉得他都没懂整首诗歌的情绪...

学 峰 ： 大 河 ： 朋 友 ： 朋 友： 有 请：


小弟不揣冒昧，首译《 独木舟 Canoe》之上
领教学峰仁兄，惠译《 独木舟 Canoe》之中
领教大河仁兄，惠译《 独木舟 Canoe》之下

体例不限，直译，意译，均可；何如？独木舟

作者：季思 · 道格拉斯（英）
翻译：朱峰


好吧，我想这也许是我的最后一个
夏天了，却不愿失去哪怕一丁点儿
快乐，在这毫无新意的
闲暇时光里。我不再恐惧

不管背后徘徊着怎样的宿命
草儿，树木以及昏睡的河流
他们知道自己将会与世长存
彼此交流着炎热季节里完全

低迷无望的声音。是什么突如其来的
厄运会阻止我殷切地期望明年的
归来？吹一声口哨，我就会听到并在
另一个夜晚赶来，当这只小船

载着你独自去往以弗里小镇：
当你躺下盼望天空中雷声再起,
这凉凉的触摸不是雨，
是我的灵魂在你唇边轻吻。



Canoe

by Keith Douglas


Well, I am thinking this may be my last
summer, but cannot lose even a part
of pleasure in the old-fashioned art
of idleness. I cannot stand aghast

at whatever doom hovers in the background
while grass and trees and the somnolent river
who know they are allowed to last for ever
exchange between them the whole subdued sound

of this hot time. What sudden fearful fate
can deter my shade wandering next year
from a return? Whistle, and I will hear
and come another evening when this boat

travels with you alone towards Iffley:
as you lie looking up for thunder again,
this cool touch does not betoken rain;
it is my spirit that kisses your mouth lightly.

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李世纯

潘学峰 发表于 2018-10-14 20:49
我觉得他都没懂整首诗歌的情绪...

学 峰 ： 大 河 ： 朋 友 ： 朋 友： 有 请：


小弟不揣冒昧，首译《 独木舟 Canoe》之上
领教学峰仁兄，惠译《 独木舟 Canoe》之中
领教大河仁兄，惠译《 独木舟 Canoe》之下

体例不限，直译，意译，均可；何如？

朱峰

大河原 发表于 2018-10-18 14:09
Probably no other poem conveys the feeling of forthcoming loss, in this subtle, beautiful and immobi ...

很棒！辛苦了

朱峰

李世纯 发表于 2018-10-18 13:51
its written information seems not so much a poem as a letter

man of letters

大河原

Probably no other poem conveys the feeling of forthcoming loss, in this subtle, beautiful and immobile way, as this poem written by Keith Douglas in the summer of 1940. In Oxford, where Douglas was studying, the harrowing sounds of the drums of impending war were starting to pound on the hearts and minds of the students. They all knew that their lives would soon be changed forever. Douglas presumably wrote this poem while idling near the Thames on a beautiful summer day. He tries with all of his senses to capture this magical, shared moment which, he is very well aware, may never return. But memory can elevate a fleeting moment's experience into something almost sacred, reproducing it into eternity. And this moment will live on, even when the voice is silenced, even when what remains is but a shadow or a shade. Keith Douglas was killed, at the age of 24 on the 09/06/1944, four years after the writing of this, alas, eerily prophetic poem. But the beauty and the poise of these words, scribbled on a sheet of paper, will always evoke that precious stillness of a moment locked in a cycle of eternal return.  

http://hellinakiss.blogspot.com/ ... -keith-douglas.html

大河原

http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_4e5ca7fb0102v3z0.html