蓬熱作品

◎董繼平 譯

蠟 燭

有時候， 夜晚讓一種奇特的植物復(fù)活， 那種植物的閃光把房間及其家具分裂成大片大片堅硬的陰影。

它那黃金的葉片憑借著一根很黑的梗莖， 無動于衷地依附于一根小小的雪花石膏柱的空心里面。

相比正在蒸發(fā)樹林的太高的月亮， 骯臟的蛾子更喜歡去攻擊它。然而， 它們立即被這場戰(zhàn)斗微微燒焦， 疲憊不堪， 躺著顫抖， 瀕臨那幾近神志不清的瘋狂。

同時， 隨著每一陣突然釋放的不同尋常的煙霧， 蠟燭把閃忽的光亮拋在書本上， 鼓勵讀者——然后， 為了在食物中淹死自己，而俯身在它的餐盤上。

THE CANDLE

Sometimes night revives a singular plant whose gleam breaks up rooms and their furniture into solid masses of shadow.

Its leaf of gold clings impassively to the hollow of a little alabaster column by means of a very black stem.

Seedy moths attack it in preference to the too -high moon，which is vaporizing the woods.But， instantly singed or worn out by the struggle， they lie trembling， on the verge of a madness that is close to stupor.

Meanwhile the candle encourages the reader with the flickering light it throws on his book at each sudden release of an unusual smoke—and then bends over its plate to drown itself in its food.

青 蛙

當(dāng)雨水以精致的帶扣的形態(tài)反彈在濕漉漉的田野上， 一個兩棲侏儒， 一個尷尬的奧菲莉婭①， 身體肥胖得幾乎還不及你的拳頭， 時不時在詩人的腳下躍起來， 猛然投入最靠近的池塘。

因為它膽小， 就讓它逃逸吧。它的腿很漂亮。它的全身都包裹在那張防水皮膚中。幾乎沒有肉， 它那長長的肌肉展現(xiàn)出一種魚和家禽都不會有的優(yōu)雅。

然而， 為了從手指間逃走， 它身上的流體力量與活人的努力結(jié)盟。

它喘息是因為它的甲狀腺腫。

它的心劇烈地跳動， 它那起皺的眼瞼， 它那野性的嘴巴， 感動我把它放走。

注：①莎士比亞名劇《哈姆萊特》中的人物。

THE FROG

When the rain， in delicate aglets， rebounds on the wet fields， an amphibious dwarf， an awkward Ophelia， hardly as fat as your fist， leaps up at times under the poet's feet and hurls herself into the nearest pond.

Let her flee， with her nervousness.Her legs are pretty.Her whole body is gloved in waterproof skin.Scarcely meat， her long muscles have an elegance neither fish nor fowl.

But to escape from fingers the power of fluid in her is allied with the efforts of the living man.

She pants because of her goitre.

And her heart beating heavily， her wrinkled eyelids， her wild mouth move me to let her go.

板條箱

在小兒床和籠子的中途， 法語構(gòu)成了板條箱， 一種用板條制成的簡單箱子， 用來運輸那些至少因為缺乏空氣而生病的水果。

以這樣的方式制成， 以至于它在使用后就很容易壞掉， 從不會使用兩次。事實上， 它比它所運送的那些變軟而液化的食物更容易爛掉。

在通往市場的街頭， 它猶如沒有虛榮心的白木一樣閃爍。依然很新， 稍微有點驚訝地發(fā)現(xiàn)它處于這種尷尬的位置， 被扔進了水溝， 沒有回收的希望， 它依然是最可愛的物品， 我們不會凝思它的命運。

CRATE

Halfway between crib and cage the French language puts crate，a simple slatted box for transporting those fruits that fall ill at the least lack of air.

Built in such a way that it can be broken down effortlessly after use， it is never used twice.It is really more perishable than the deliquescing foodstuffs that it carries.

On the corners of streets that lead to the markets， it gleams like white wood without wood's vanity.Still very new， and slightly surprised to find itself in this awkward position， having been thrown into the gutter without hope of retrieval， it remains a most likable object on whose fate we will not dwell for long.

門的樂趣

國王不會觸摸門。

他們對這種樂趣一無所知：在一扇熟悉的大鑲板前面文雅或唐突地推動， 然后轉(zhuǎn)身把它放回原位——在一個人的雙臂之中握住一扇門。

……一個這類高大的障礙物阻擋通往房間的鹿， 攫住它的中腹部， 抓住它那瓷器鑲成的中心點的樂趣；在那種短暫的擁抱中， 運動停止， 眼睛睜大， 整個身體調(diào)節(jié)， 適應(yīng)新環(huán)境。

在你果斷關(guān)上它、把自己關(guān)在里面之前， 你用一只友好的手依然抓住它不放——那繃緊而運行良好的彈簧的咔嗒聲愉快地確認了這一點。

THE PLEASURES OF THE DOOR

Kings do not touch doors.

They know nothing of this pleasure: pushing before one gently or brusquely one of those large familiar panels， then turning back to replace it—holding a door in one's arms.

…The pleasure of grabbing the midriff of one of these tall obstacles to a room by its porcelain node; that short clinch during which movement stops， the eye widens， and the whole body adjusts to its new surroundings.

With a friendly hand one still holds on to it， before closing it decisively and shutting oneself in—which the click of the tight but well-oiled spring pleasantly confirms.

樹木在霧的領(lǐng)域內(nèi)刪掉自己

在包圍樹木的霧里， 樹葉被剝光——已經(jīng)被緩慢的氧化毀傷外觀、被樹液為開花結(jié)果的外滲所抑制的樹葉， 因為八月的酷熱，因此樹葉較少。

樹皮上， 在濕度排干到地基之處， 垂直的溝槽形成皺紋， 形成狹長的裂縫， 對樹干上那些活躍的公民漠然得無動于衷。

花朵散落， 果實賦予。從青春開始， 這種對呼吸屬性和身體部位的放棄， 為了樹木而成為標準慣例。

The Trees Delete Themselves Inside a Fog-Sphere

In the fog which surrounds the trees， the leaves are stripped—leaves defaced already by slow oxidation， deadened by the sap's out-seeping for flowers'and fruits'gain， since the harsh heats of August made of them a less.

In the bark， vertical furrows crease and slit where dampness drains to the earth's base， indifferent to the living citizens of the trunk.

Flowers scattered， fruit conferred.Since youth， this relinquishing of breathing attributes and body parts has become for the trees a standard practice.