走进风景

致沃尔夫·卡恩

就在爱与技艺之间

我们称为艺术的事物

诞生。

但此刻

把这些字眼涂抹

再看看刚才所说的

还剩下什么。

枯叶、碎石。

不过是底色而已，

其余一切均是馈赠、礼物、

从没见过晨曦时的幽暗粉红——

青涩果树

　　　　纵无果实，仍满怀希冀，

就像一帧风景

等待它的意义；

就像一只眼睛感觉到自己

无法否认的干渴。

Entering the Landscape

to Wolf Kahn

It is somewhere between

love and crafsmanship

that something we call art

is born.

But now

scrub these words to a blur

and see what then holds up

of things just said.

Crumbling leaves, the rubble.

Nothing but an undertone,

all else a bestowal, a gift,

a vision that you’ve never seen before,

a young orchard

looming pink at dawn—

　　　　fruitless yet so hopeful,

a landscape

awaiting its meaning,

an eye with its own

undeniable thirst.

安娜·克里斯蒂娜

致安德鲁·魏思

克里斯蒂娜。世界之所以能够

绑在一起和松拆解开

就只靠一根又一根的稻草。

田地上的一所房子饱经风吹。

尿液，在尘封的地上流淌。

眼睛，天天如是的凝望

黑暗深渊，只见：

被鄙视者与鄙视者。

钟情于异乎寻常的他，

坐在你的饭厅里，笑着。

异——乎——寻常：头发蓬乱，污秽不堪。

天天如是

生长于房子四周的稻草

愈来愈多，直到某天

我会回到这里却一无所获。

找不到窗帘的风，

找不到悲伤。

也找不到你，克里斯蒂娜。

Anna Christina

to Andrew Wyeth

Christina. It is only straw by straw

that the world can be put together

and only so can it be unravelled again.

A house crumbling onto a windswept field.

Urine trickling onto the dust-clad floor.

Eyes that keep on looking into darkness

only to see, day in day out,

the scorned and the scorn.

He, liking the abnormal,

sits in your dining room, laughing.

Straggly hair and slops.

Every day now

there will be ever more straw

up against this house, until one day

I will return here and find nothing.

Not even the wind in the curtains.

Not even sorrow.

Not even you, Christina.

中文翻译：刘安廉

Translated from Estonian to English by Mathura and Ilmar Lehtpere

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