<p class="ql-block">【诵读感言】</p><p class="ql-block">读《告别风景》，辛波斯卡把告别和怀念写得近乎透明：湖水不问深度，春天不为谁停留，她也不向风景索要安慰。“我放弃生存的特权”一句最令人动容，不是不爱生，而是当“比你活得更久”，活着便要一直独自承担思念。文字的温度正在这克制里：没有哭泣，更不责备，只把巨大的丧失安放成在远方永远的思念。🌿</p> 我的中文诵读 <p class="ql-block">《告别风景》</p><p class="ql-block">维斯拉娃·辛波斯卡</p><p class="ql-block">胡桑 译</p><p class="ql-block">我并不责备春天，</p><p class="ql-block">它已再次出现。</p><p class="ql-block">我不会责怪，</p><p class="ql-block">因为，年复一年，</p><p class="ql-block">它履行着职责。</p><p class="ql-block">我知道，我的忧伤</p><p class="ql-block">并不能阻止新绿。</p><p class="ql-block">叶片只在风中</p><p class="ql-block">俯身。</p><p class="ql-block">看到什么东西让</p><p class="ql-block">水边成丛的桤木沙沙作响，</p><p class="ql-block">这不会使我痛苦。</p><p class="ql-block">我获得了一个消息，</p><p class="ql-block">在湖泊的堤岸</p><p class="ql-block">依然美丽，一如从前——</p><p class="ql-block">就像你活着的时候。</p><p class="ql-block">我并不怨恨</p><p class="ql-block">这景色，</p><p class="ql-block">这阳光令人炫目的海湾。</p><p class="ql-block">我甚至可以想象，</p><p class="ql-block">此刻，</p><p class="ql-block">不是我们，而是两个别的人</p><p class="ql-block">坐在倒下的白桦树干上。</p><p class="ql-block">我尊重他们的权利：</p><p class="ql-block">低语，大笑，</p><p class="ql-block">陷入幸福的沉默。</p><p class="ql-block">我甚至认定，</p><p class="ql-block">他们被爱绑在一起，</p><p class="ql-block">他伸出有力的臂膀</p><p class="ql-block">将她搂在怀里。</p><p class="ql-block">也许是新孵出的小鸟</p><p class="ql-block">在苇丛中窸窣作响。</p><p class="ql-block">我真诚地祝愿</p><p class="ql-block">他们能够听见。</p><p class="ql-block">我并不要求</p><p class="ql-block">浪花的变化，</p><p class="ql-block">它们时而迅疾，时而迟缓，</p><p class="ql-block">并不遵从我的命令。</p><p class="ql-block">我对林边湖水的深度</p><p class="ql-block">没有任何期许，</p><p class="ql-block">最初是碧绿，</p><p class="ql-block">随后成为蓝，</p><p class="ql-block">最后又变得幽暗。</p><p class="ql-block">只有一点我并不赞成：</p><p class="ql-block">让我回到这里。</p><p class="ql-block">我放弃 ——</p><p class="ql-block">生存的特权。</p><p class="ql-block">我比你活得更久，这已足够，</p><p class="ql-block">足够我</p><p class="ql-block">在远方苦苦地思念你。</p> 我的英文诵读 <p class="ql-block">Parting with a View</p><p class="ql-block">by Wisława Szymborska</p><p class="ql-block">Translated by Joanna Treciak</p><p class="ql-block">I don't begrudge the spring</p><p class="ql-block">for coming back again.</p><p class="ql-block">I can't blame it</p><p class="ql-block">for doing its duty</p><p class="ql-block">the same as every year.</p><p class="ql-block">I realize my sorrow</p><p class="ql-block">won't halt the greenery.</p><p class="ql-block">If a blade wavers,</p><p class="ql-block">it's only from the wind.</p><p class="ql-block">It doesn't cause me pain,</p><p class="ql-block">that clumps of alders above the waters</p><p class="ql-block">have something to rustle with again.</p><p class="ql-block">I accept</p><p class="ql-block">that—as though you were still alive—</p><p class="ql-block">the shore of a certain lake</p><p class="ql-block">has remained as beautiful as it was.</p><p class="ql-block">I don't hold a grudge</p><p class="ql-block">against a view for a view</p><p class="ql-block">onto a bay dazzled by the sun.</p><p class="ql-block">I can even imagine,</p><p class="ql-block">that some-not-us</p><p class="ql-block">are sitting now</p><p class="ql-block">on a toppled birch stump.</p><p class="ql-block">I respect their right</p><p class="ql-block">to whispers, laughter,</p><p class="ql-block">and happy silence.</p><p class="ql-block">I even assume</p><p class="ql-block">they're bound by love</p><p class="ql-block">and that he puts a living arm around her.</p><p class="ql-block">Something recently birdly</p><p class="ql-block">rustles in the bulrushes.</p><p class="ql-block">I sincerely hope</p><p class="ql-block">they hear it.</p><p class="ql-block">Let them be as they were,</p><p class="ql-block">those waves lapping on the shore,</p><p class="ql-block">sometimes swift, sometimes lazy,</p><p class="ql-block">and obedient not to me.</p><p class="ql-block">I ask nothing</p><p class="ql-block">of the deep waters below the woods,</p><p class="ql-block">emerald,</p><p class="ql-block">sapphire,</p><p class="ql-block">black.</p><p class="ql-block">To one thing I won't agree.</p><p class="ql-block">To my return.</p><p class="ql-block">The privilege of presence—</p><p class="ql-block">that I'll give up.</p><p class="ql-block">I've survived you just enough</p><p class="ql-block">but only enough,</p><p class="ql-block">to reflect from afar.</p> <p class="ql-block">【作者简介】</p><p class="ql-block">1996年诺贝尔文学奖得主辛波斯卡，是当代最为迷人的诗人之一，享有“诗界莫扎特”的美誉。她的诗别具一格，常从日常生活汲取喜悦，以简单的语言传递深刻的思想，以小隐喻开启广大想象空间，寓严肃于幽默、机智。她是举重若轻的语言大师，这首诗是辛波斯卡为悼念她逝世的伴侣、波兰作家科尔内尔·菲利波维奇（Kornel Filipowicz）而作。</p> <p class="ql-block">图片来自网络，感谢聆听！💝</p>