• Язык:
    Китайский (中文)
Источник:

迷途的电车

Заблудившийся трамвай

我走在一条陌生的街上
猛听到群鸦发出惊慌的叫声,
惊叫声伴随着沉雷阵阵,――
只见一辆电车在我眼前飞奔。

我是怎么跳到电车踏板上的,
这对我来说也是一个谜。
空中刹时亮起一条火龙,
青天白日下也看得清。

电车奔驰如一条生有双翼的暴风雨的青龙,
迷失在时间的深渊中……
停下,开车的人,
立刻停止,你的飞行。

已经晚了。我们已经绕过了那堵墙,
我们已经飞过了棕榈树丛,
涅瓦、尼罗和塞纳河上三座桥,
也已被我们丢在了身后。

一个贫穷的老人在窗前闪现,
探询的目光追随在我们身后
这无疑就是那位老者
一年前死于布鲁特。

我这是在哪儿?为什么我这么不安、这么潦倒,
我的心灵砰砰如把门敲:
"瞧那边那个车站,在那里
能否买到去往印度的车票?"

招牌上……是血写的字母
上写"绿色通道",于是我知道此处
不卖白菜和冬油菜,
而只出售死者的头颅。

身穿红衬衫,我的脸色如牛乳,
刽子手也砍下了我的头颅,
此刻它和别人的头在这里
就在血渍泥泞的箱底。

胡同里有一道板壁,
三扇窗户的房子和灰色的草地……
停下,司机,
立刻停止。


Другие переводы:


А вот еще:

Giraffe

Today I can see that your look is especially sad / And your arms are especially fragile, as if made of chaff. / Listen, my dear: far away, by the shores of Lake Chad, / Roams the exquisite giraffe. / / It was granted the gift of proportion, voluptuous grace, / And its skin is adorned wi...

Sixth Sense

Fine the wine that loves us, / Good bread baked for our sakes / And the women who torment and tease / Yet please us and in the end let us take them. / / But what do we do with the red / Hue of sunset that lets the sky grow cold / With blue in a still, strange serenity? / What to do ...

The Streetcar That Lost Its Way

While walking down a strange street / I suddenly heard the cawing of crows, / Distant thunder, and the tones of a lute - / Here came a streetcar flying past. / / How I managed to leap to its step / Is beyond me - even in the bright / Daylight it spewed behind itself / In the atmosph...

Pre-Memory

So this is all of life! Whirling, singing. / Oceans, metropolises, deserts, / A desultory reflection / Of what is lost forever. / / A flame rages, trumpets trumpet, / And chesnut-colored horses race, / Then the agitating lips / Of happiness, it seems repeat. / / And sorrow and ...

A Baby Elephant

Right now my love for you is a baby elephant / Born in Berlin or in Paris, / And treading with its cushioned feet / Around the zoo director's house. / / Do not offer it French pastries, / Do not offer it cabbage heads, / It can eat only sections of tangerines, / Or lumps of sugar an...

Words

In the old days, when God cast down / His gaze upon the just created earth, / Words stopped the sun, / Words tore down whole towns. / / The terror-striken stars / huddled round the moon / When words, like pink flaming tongues / Floated down through air. / / The lower levels of ...