“TWO ENGLISH POEMS” – JORGE LUIS BORGES

To Beatriz Bibiloni Webster de Bullrich????

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??The useless dawn finds me in a deserted street-

???corner; I have outlived the night.

（ vt. 比…活得長(zhǎng)；比…經(jīng)久；經(jīng)受??；渡過…而存在）

??Nights are proud waves; darkblue topheavy waves

???laden with all the hues of deep spoil, laden with

???things unlikely and desirable.

(/'le?d(?)n/adj. 裝滿的；苦惱的；負(fù)載的)

??Nights have a habit of mysterious gifts and refusals,

???of things half given away, half withheld,

???of joys with a dark hemisphere. Nights act

???that way, I tell you.

??The surge, that night, left me the customary shreds

???and odd ends: some hated friends to chat

???with, music for dreams, and the smoking of

???bitter ashes.?The things my hungry heart

???has no use for.

(/'k?st?m(?)r?/ adj. 習(xí)慣上的, 慣常的, 合乎習(xí)俗的。

/?red/ n. 碎片；少量剩余；最少量；破布 vt. 切成條狀；用碎紙機(jī)撕毀)

??The big wave brought you.

??Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily

???and incessantly beautiful.?We talked and you

???have forgotten the words.

(/in'sesntli/ adv. 不斷地,不停地)

??The shattering dawn finds me in a deserted street

???of my city.

??Your profile turned away, the sounds that go to

???make your name, the lilt of your laughter:

???these are the illustrious toys you have left me.

(/l?lt/ n. 輕快的動(dòng)作；輕快活潑的調(diào)子

vt. 輕快地動(dòng)；唱輕快的調(diào)子；用歡快節(jié)奏唱

vi. 輕快地動(dòng)；唱輕快的調(diào)子；用歡快節(jié)奏唱)

??I turn them over in the dawn, I lose them, I find

???them; I tell them to the few stray dogs and

???to the few stray stars of the dawn.

??Your dark rich life ...?

??I must get at you, somehow; I put away those?

???illustrious toys you have left me, I want your

???hidden look, your real smile -- that lonely,

???mocking smile your cool mirror knows.

(/?'l?str??s/ adj. 著名的, 杰出的, 卓越的)

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??What can I hold you with?

??I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the

???moon of the jagged suburbs. (非誤寫，本篇為內(nèi)外網(wǎng)搜索所得）

(/'d??g?d/ adj. 鋸齒狀的；參差不齊的

v. 使成缺口；使成鋸齒狀（jag的過去式）)

??I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked

???long and long at the lonely moon.

??I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts

???that living men have honoured in bronze:

???my father's father killed in the frontier of

???Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs,

???bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in

???the hide of a cow; my mother's grandfather

???--just twentyfour-- heading a charge of

???three hundred men in Peru, now ghosts on

???vanished horses.

(/'fr?nt??/ n. 邊界, 邊境

開發(fā)地區(qū)的邊緣, 邊遠(yuǎn)地區(qū)

尚待開發(fā)的領(lǐng)域, 尖端

??I offer you whatever insight my books may hold,?

???whatever manliness or humour my life.

(n. 洞察力, 洞悉, 深刻的見解,領(lǐng)悟, 頓悟)

(/'m?nlinis/ n. 剛毅)

??I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never

???been loyal.

??I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved,

???somehow --the central heart that deals not

???in words, traffics not with dreams, and is

???untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.

(/?d'v??s?t?/n. 逆境;厄運(yùn);(經(jīng)濟(jì)方面的)窘境

(常作-ties)災(zāi)禍;災(zāi)難;不幸)

??I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at

???sunset, years before you were born.

??I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about

???yourself, authentic and surprising news of?

???yourself.

??I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the

???hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you?

???with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

(?/bra?b/ vt. & vi. 賄賂

n. 賄賂)

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???????? ???- Jorge Luis Borges (1934)

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獻(xiàn)給貝阿特麗斯 比維羅尼 韋伯斯特 德布爾里奇

一、

拂曉時(shí)分,我佇立在闃無一人的街角,我熬過了夜晚。

夜晚是驕傲的波浪;深藍(lán)色的、頭重腳輕的波浪帶著深翻泥土的種種顏色,帶著不太可能、但稱心如意的事物。

夜晚有一種贈(zèng)與和拒絕、半舍半留的神秘習(xí)慣,有黑暗半球的歡樂。夜晚就是那樣,我對(duì)你說。

那夜的波濤留給了我慣常的零星瑣碎:幾個(gè)討厭的聊天朋友、夢(mèng)中的音樂、辛辣的灰燼的煙霧。我饑渴的心用不著的東西。

巨浪帶來了你。

言語,任何言語,你的笑聲;還有懶洋洋而美得耐看的你。

我們談著話,而你已忘掉了言語。

旭日初升的時(shí)候,我在我的城市里一條闃無一人的街上。

你轉(zhuǎn)過身的側(cè)影,組成你名字的發(fā)音,你有韻律的笑聲:這些情景都讓我久久回味。

我在黎明時(shí)細(xì)細(xì)琢磨,我失去了它們,我又找到了;我向幾條野狗訴說,也向黎明寥寥的晨星訴說。

你隱秘而豐富的生活……

我必須設(shè)法了解你:我撇開你留給我的回味,我要你那隱藏的容顏,你真正的微笑——你冷冷的鏡子反映的寂寞而嘲弄的微笑。

二、

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我用什么才能留住你?

我給你貧窮的街道、絕望的日落、破敗郊區(qū)的月亮。

我給你一個(gè)久久地望著孤月的人的悲哀。

我給你我已死去的先輩,人們用大理石紀(jì)念他們的幽靈:

在布宜諾斯艾利斯邊境陣亡的我父親的父親,兩顆子彈射穿了他的胸膛,蓄著胡子的他死去了,士兵們用牛皮裹起他的尸體;我母親的祖父——時(shí)年二十四歲——在秘魯率領(lǐng)三百名士兵沖鋒,如今都成了消失的馬背上的幽靈。

我給你我寫的書中所能包含的一切悟力、我生活中所能有的男子氣概或幽默。

我給你一個(gè)從未有過信仰的人的忠誠(chéng)。

我給你我設(shè)法保全的我自己的核心——不營(yíng)字造句,不和 夢(mèng)想交易,不被時(shí)間、歡樂和逆境觸動(dòng)的核心。

我給你,早在你出生前多年的一個(gè)傍晚看到的一朵黃玫瑰的記憶。

我給你你對(duì)自己的解釋,關(guān)于你自己的理論,你自己的真實(shí)而驚人的消息。

我給你我的寂寞、我的黑暗、我心的饑渴;我試圖用困惑、危險(xiǎn)、失敗來打動(dòng)你。