為國捐軀 - Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
深深地彎下腰,就像壓在麻包下的老乞丐,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed throughsludge,
兩腿內(nèi)彎,像丑陋的老太婆在咳嗽,我們咒罵著穿過污穢,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs. And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
直到閃耀的火光浮現(xiàn),我們才背轉(zhuǎn)身,向著我們遙遠(yuǎn)的憩息處開始跋涉。
Men marched asleep.
人們在昏昏欲睡中行軍。
Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
許多人丟掉了鞋子但卻瘸行,穿著帶血的鞋。都變?nèi)沉耍际チ丝刂?
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
都因疲憊而迷醉,全然聽不見落在背后令人失望的炮彈的轟鳴。
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
毒氣!毒氣!兄弟們,快!——一陣狂亂的摸索,剛剛掐著時間套好笨拙的面具;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
但是仍有人在呼救,在蹣跚、在掙扎,一邊掙扎,好像人掉進(jìn)了烈火和石灰…
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw himdrowning.
屋外灰蒙蒙一片,透過掛滿露珠的窗玻璃和窗外泛著濃綠色的光線,我看到他淹沒在綠色的海洋里。
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
在我所有的夢中,在我感到無助和恐怖的時刻,他總是沖向我,一會兒在水中左右搖擺、掙扎,被水淹沒,
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
如果在令人窒息的夢中你也能邁步,跟隨我們將他扔進(jìn)的那輛大車,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
望著他的臉上白色的眼珠不停地轉(zhuǎn)動,他的一張吊死鬼的臉,就像惡魔一樣可怖;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
如果你也能聽見血液隨著每次顛簸咕咕地從被泡沫腐蝕的肺部涌出,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
猥瑣如癌癥,苦澀如那反芻物,無藥可醫(yī)的惡瘡感染了無辜的舌頭,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperateglory,
我的朋友,你就不會帶著如此高漲的豪情向那些燃燒著榮耀欲火的孩子們宣諭,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori.
那古老的謊言:“美哉!宜哉!”為祖國犧牲愉快而又光榮。
欄目介紹:
《Words For You》收錄了英國擁有最動人嗓音的12位演員朗讀的27首最偉大的詩篇 ,并以古典音樂作為背景。在貝多芬的第8鋼琴奏鳴曲(悲愴)下,Joanna Lumley頌讀著莎士比亞的第18首十四行詩;羅伯特·勃朗寧的HomeThoughts, From Abroad配上了德沃夏克的第9號交響曲(新世界)......
參與朗讀的Alison Steadman說:“我很高興能成為Words For You的一份子,這是個偉大的想法,它一定能起到推廣詩歌的作用”。
所有的朗讀者都放棄了自己的版稅,以為英國慈善機(jī)構(gòu) I CAN 做出更多的貢獻(xiàn)。
詩歌作者介紹:
這是戰(zhàn)爭詩人歐文24歲時寫下的詩句。歐文在寫下這首詩歌后回到了前線,獲得了軍功十字勛章,于停戰(zhàn)日前一周陣亡。
Wilfred Owen:(Wilfred Edward Salter Owen,1893年3月18日-1918年11月4日)是一名英國詩人和軍人,被視為第一次世界大戰(zhàn)最重要的詩人。由于受到詩人朋友薩松(Siegfried Sassoon)的深切影響,他在那些震憾人心及極具現(xiàn)實(shí)感的戰(zhàn)爭詩篇中,每每描寫出戰(zhàn)壕和毒氣的可懼。歐文一些有名的著作大多是在他死后出版,包括Dulce Et Decorum Est, Anthem for Doomed Youth,F(xiàn)utility和StrangeMeeting。1919年編輯出版的詩集序言引用了他不少的佳句,尤其是 'War, and the pity of War' 'thePoetry is in the pity'。據(jù)傳他是在戰(zhàn)爭結(jié)束前的一個禮拜陣亡于Sambre-Oise Canal的,因為當(dāng)歐文的死訊傳到他的故鄉(xiāng)時,當(dāng)?shù)氐慕烫苗娐晞偤眯紤?zhàn)爭結(jié)束了。