诗人、创意写作教师，现任英国剑桥康河出版社资深文学编辑、剑桥徐志摩诗歌艺术节编委。2013年，他的诗歌选集与《对特殊事物的直觉：彼得·休斯诗歌评论集》（‘An intuition of the particular’: some essays on the poetry of Peter Hughes）同时由Shearsman出版社出版。他根据意大利经典创作了《十分坦率》（Quite Frankly，Reality Street出版社）、《卡瓦尔康蒂》（Cavalcanty，Carcanet出版社）、《via Leopardi 21》（Equipage出版社）等众多充满创意的作品，广受好评。彼得是剑桥大学英语系朱迪斯·威尔逊诗歌基金获得者、客座专家，剑桥大学莫德林学院在诗歌领域的客座院士。近期出版的作品包括：2019年的《柏林雾沫》（A Berlin Entrainment，Shearsman出版社）、2020年的《毕士大星座》（Bethesda Constellations，蛎鹬出版社）等。
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汉诗英译 ·第4辑
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本期译者|秦尊璐、游心泉、彼得·休斯
六月
胡亮
苜蓿花特别擅长紫色，而微型蓝蜻蜓
则精通短暂。几米外的小河
反复练习着清澈，以便娴熟地
洗去我双颊的土尘。
紫色像微澜那样悦耳，而短暂像锦鸡
那样将最长的尾翎也缩回了灌木丛。
我特别擅长转动群山，而你则精通蔚蓝。
（游心泉、Peter Hughes/ 译）
June
By Hu Liang
Nothing announces purple like the flower of the alfalfa,
and this tiny blue dragonfly is the master of brevity.
The nearby brook exemplifies limpidity,
and has learned the art of washing dust from my face.
The flower’s purple song is sweet as gentle ripples;
brevity is the pheasant’s glowing tail
suddenly disappearing into the undergrowth
I excel in turning mountains, and you are the apotheosis of azure.
河水之诗
南书堂
河水也是位诗人，它写诗
谁也不知下一句会出现怎样的风浪
怎样的修辞，它的语言冲击力
会从哪个章节冲出决口
它永在抒情，即使诗里结满了冰
依然暗流涌动。何谓诗之真谛？
被争来争去的问题，答案
原来在它这里
大江东去抑或小桥流水
他们说：看，多么地宋词
而雕刻在堤岸石栏上的宋词们
心虚如被表扬错了的孩子
枯水期，他们动用机器铲平
河床上的沟壑与荒草
想让水改一改诗风
如你所料，水只抛下一个独句
像一根血管，在宽阔的河床上穿梭蜿蜒
（秦尊璐、Peter Hughes/ 译）
ThePoem of the River
By Nan Shutang
The river is a poet too–when it composes
no one knows what expressive waves or ripples
might be created, or which stanza banks
might be breached by its surging words and forces.
Though often cluttered with ice, it expresses itself forever
Subtle currents and eddies stir–what is theessence of a poem?
goes the old question. But here the answer is always:
in the river.
“The great eastward-flowing river”and“peacefully running brook below the little bridge”
are familiar images from Song poetry and those lines
appear engraved on a marble balustrade by the river
shy as a child who is over praised by adults.
In the dry season, dredgers and tractors take away
the weed and excessive deposition from the bed
to transform the poetic voices of the river.
At such a time the river is confined to one-line poems
the blood of a single vein trickles over the river’s almost empty bed.
露营
胡亮
我被他们吵醒了，拉开帐篷右侧的小窗户，
直接目睹了一颗童男般的丽日跳出于
群山之巅。他们评鉴着一个孤单的懒觉，
并未觉察到我的醒来比光
还要快——这颗丽日有多新，
我的囊中之词就有多旧……起身找到
帐篷外面的鞋子，鞋带生霜，
伸入乱草，似乎偏要在寒气中结出
青青瓜瓞。忽而忆起昨天摸黑上到峰顶，
群星一点名，我们就支起了
帐篷。烤肉，喝酒，唱歌，跳舞……
直到群星钻入了夜雾的睡袋，
我们仍对驻地一无所知——
而四面早就藏好了比皱纹还深的峡谷。
（秦尊璐、Peter Hughes/译）
Camping
By Hu Liang
Suddenly awake I open the little window of the tent
and witness the beauty of the new-born sun
leaping from the peak of the mountain. My friends doze on
oblivious to my sun-kissed reawakening.
This stunning sunlight is as new
as my word-hoard is ancient. I emerge
stretch and reach for my shoes half hidden in frost
and tangled grasses that fight to thrive in this cold dawn.
Then I recall how we clambered up through darkness to arrive
last night and put the tent up as the stars sang out above.
The barbecue, the wine, the song and dance!
until the stars nestled in their nocturnal beds of fog.
We know next to nothing about this site
surrounded by ravines as deep as time.
万物都隐藏着自己的痛
田湘
起风了，落叶像蝴蝶在飞
极快乐的样子。可我知道
落叶没有根，我所看到的落叶
是无家可归的快乐。成群的蚂蚁
在秋风中疾行，一场大雨就要来临
蚂蚁捕捉了足够的食物。此刻蚂蚁有焦虑
更有小小的快乐。树林里，小鸟也在飞
它不知道枪口对准了它。万物都隐藏着
自己的痛，可我放眼望去，一切都那么美
（秦尊璐、Peter Hughes/ 译）
Everything Hides Its Pain
By Tian Xiang
When the wind picks up, the fallen leaves take wing
like ecstatic butterflies. But I know these rootless
disconnected leaves have only a vagrant joy.
Swarms of ants race against the autumn winds
before torrential rain can overcome them.
These anxious insects have stocked their communal larders–
such is the thin happiness of ants.
The bird in flight through the wood is unaware of the gun.
Everything hides its pain.
I contemplate the magnificent mysteries of this world.
关于人类学……
李元胜
从你脸上，我看到你蹚过的河水
或者你母亲蹚过的河水
你们经历的暗礁和雷电之夜
也在我的眼前露出轮廓
如果你们真的走出了沼泽
那仍在淤泥里下沉的是谁？
如果你们真的在黎明幸存
荒野里，那余火未尽的是谁？
从你脸上，我看到模糊的箭羽
你的祖辈带着它，忍痛跃进了树林
梅花鹿般优美的后人，这个下午
我们在彼此脸上阅读万年之书
此刻，你四周的河水波光闪烁
是机会吗，我想为你拔出那有些遥远的箭矢
（游心泉、Peter Hughes/ 译）
On Anthropology
By Li Yuansheng
In your face I can see all the rivers
that or your mother had to traverse
I see the submerged obstacles and depths
and the thunder storms you weathered long ago
And if you’ve managed to wade through the swamp
I wonder who is left there trapped in the mud?
If you’ve managed to survive the long night
who remains by the embers of a bonfire in the wild?
In your face I see the blurred flight of an arrow
and your ancestor diving with pain into the shelter of the woods
We are the civilised descendants, graceful as sika deer
this afternoon we read millennia in each other’s faces
And now the river is shimmering around you like hope,
I want to remove your arrow, though it may have gone too deep.
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