SONG OF MYSELF 自己之歌(2)

by Walt Whitman 李野光译

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SONG OF MYSELF
by Walt Whitman

2

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.

The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
The sound of the belch’d words of my voice loos’d to the eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.

Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much?
Have you practis’d so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.


自己之歌
沃尔特·惠特曼

2

屋宇和房间里充满了芳香,框架上也充满了芳香,
我自己呼吸到这种芳香,我知道它,我欢喜它,
这种芬芳的气息,要使我沉醉,但我不让自己沉醉。

大气并不是一种芳香,它没有熏香之气,它是无嗅的物质,
但它永远适宜于我的呼吸,我爱它,
我愿意走到林边的河岸上,去掉一切人为的虚饰,赤裸了全身,
我疯狂地渴望能这样接触到我自己。

我自己呼出的气息,
回声、水声、切切细语、爱根草、合欢树、枝杈和藤蔓,
我的呼气和吸气,我的心的跳动,血液和空气在我的肺里的流动,
嫩绿的树叶和干黄的树叶,海岸和海边的黝黑的岩石和放在仓房里面的
谷草所吐的气息,
我吐出来散布在旋风里的文字的声音,
几次轻吻,几次拥抱,手臂的接触,
在柔软的树枝摇摆着的时候,枝头清光和暗影的嬉戏,
独自一人时的快乐,或在拥挤的大街上、在田边、在小山旁所感到的快
乐,
健康之感,正午时候心情的激动,由床上起来为迎接太阳而发出的我的
歌声。

你以为一千亩是很多了么?你以为地球是很大了么?
你已有了长久的实习,学到了读书的能力了么?
你在理解了诗歌的意义的时候曾感到非常骄傲么?

和我在一处呆过一日一夜,你就会有了一切诗歌的泉源,
你将会得到大地和太阳的一切美善,(还有千万个太阳留在那里,)
你将不再会间接又间接地去认识事物,也不会通过死人的眼睛去观看一
切,也不会以书本里的假象和鬼影作为你的粮食,
你也不会通过我的眼睛观察,从我去获得一切,
你将静静地向各方面倾听,经过你自己而滤取它们。

李野光译
2016-02-19 02:57:50