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有关博尔赫斯的碎想:余辉
新英格兰

昨夜,飞回芝加哥已经半夜了。

一路上,读博尔赫斯的诗。他的诗里那种深入骨髓的宿命感和时间,空间, 宇宙的交错,对命运的叹息,都让我喜欢。他的语言神秘而简单,充满寓义。这首“新英格兰”写于波士顿的剑桥(我译的),这短短的几句,有梦,时空的转换,往昔和现今同时出现,联想和现实交替,生和死的惘然。。。我也如此,昨天在剑桥,那里“是一幢幢红色的房子,和死去的叶子上脆弱的铜锈”,此时,我在芝加哥,“今天这般长,昨日却短,我走着,却不知道何处何时”。


我梦里的形状和颜色已经变了;
现在,是一幢幢红色的房子
和死去的叶子上脆弱的铜锈
纯洁的冬天和完美的木柴
第七天,地球是好的。
黄昏的深处有什麽在继续
几乎不存在, 无畏又悲哀,
圣经古老的低语和战争。
他们说第一场雪马上就要下了;
美国在每一条街上等我,
我感觉到午后渐失的光
今天这般长,昨日却短
布宜诺斯艾利斯,就在你的路旁
我走着,却不知道何处何时

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街角有粉色商店的街

随手从书架上拿一本书读,却是博尔赫斯的诗集,书签正好夹在一首题为《Street with a Pink Corner Store》的一页,想起了两年前我在旧金山的时光。那时,我住在联合广场上的一个旅馆里,每天晚上就沿着高高低低的大街小巷走来走去,晚风里是海洋的气息,各种颜色的维多利亚式的小房子在暮霭里迷糊甜美,街口,有很多这样的小店。我带着这本书在路上,大概当时在读这首诗。

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Street with a Pink Corner Store
Borges


Gone into night are all the eyes from every intersection
and it's like a drought anticipating rain.
Now all roads are near,
even the road of miracles.
The wind brings with it a slow, befuddled dawn.
Dawn is our fear of doing different things and it comes over us.
All the blessed night I have been walking
and its restlessness has left me
on this street, which could be any street.
Here again the certainty of the plains
on the horizon
and the barren terrain that fades into weeds and wire
and the store as bright as last night's new moon.
The corner is familiar like a memory
with those spacious squares and the promise of a courtyard.
How lovely to attest to you. strret of forever, since my own days have witnessed so few things!
Light draws streaks in the air.
My years have run down roads of earth and water
and you are all I feel, strong rosy street.
I think it is your walls that conceived sunrise,
store so bright in the depth of night.
I think, and the confession of my poverty
is given voice before these houses:
I have seen nothing of mountain ranges, rivers, or the sea,
but the light of Buenos Aires made itself my friend
and I shape the lines of my life and my death with that light of the street.
Big long-suffering street.
you are the only music my life has understood.

July