参赛选章I实验翻译奖诗歌原文
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单元A：实验翻译奖 Award for Creative Translation
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Don Paterson
I am Sleepy
From my troubles, now, and for some light relief
confuse the Seven Dwarfs and the Stages of Grief.
O here’s Denial, shaking his wee head
like he doesn’t know the girl’s as good as dead.
Ten Maxims
I
Read a poem slow enough
With vigilance and care
And you’ll discover lots of stuff
that really isn’t there
II
In the country of the two-eyed, it’s the same:
The one-eye’d man still has the better aim.
III
On his deathbed, much too late, a voice came from afar
And sang that line he’d once heard in a film, or in a bar:
No one will ever love you for everything you are
IV
And then did God make man and woman – bless! –
For company. Ironic, wouldn’t you say?
Someone might have told him neediness
Is no one’s most attractive quality.
V
He stole your brilliant plan?
Just steal it back again!
As a trumpet’s how you toot it
an idea’s how you put it.
VI
A poet for a friend?
As far as they’re concerned
all you represent’s
an inconvenience
standing in the way
of a decent elegy.
VII
Even in Kyoto,
as he said in his haiku,
Basho was still longing for Kyoto;
but I don’t suppose that Basho
really could’ve had a clue
that all of us are longing for Kyoto.
VIII
Don’t forget her, son,
heartbroken as you are;
it’s a waste of a good wound
to heal without a scar.
IX
As mass structures space
so death structures time:
gently, from afar;
but were your ship to land
so you might try to stand
upon its cratered face,
you could not tell apart
the ticking and the chime
X
The poet takes his pen
And settles down to write
in the fullness of the dawn
like it’s the dead of night.
Sophie Collins
ABOUT THE BODY AND LIKENESS
A response to a retrospective of the work of Lee Bul
x)
It all begins in the gut
where shards (indigestible)
tear open the walls. When blood spills
there is no mess. There is no bodily mess
save in tumefactive sludge
I would like to doze off inside this gleaming basophil
regular vibrations relaxing proprioception
as we glide
past a fragment of bone sunk in plasma
the spectacle of lymphocytes
deeply staining, eccentric
x)
Erection of countless town models. The dogged work of preservation
supersedes embodiment. Men’s corpses are embalmed
made up for display
while women who wish to live
must gain the written endorsement
of their male companions
Medical records, like mutating cells, are subject to damage
may be lost or copied twice
x)
A lauded teacher of letters once made a drawing of a cephalopod
for his students. Women, jabbing
he said, are more like this. More like this
than men are
by which he meant to say,
Nothing happens to me
x)
Octopuses eat their own limbs when chronically understimulated
What is frightening about this body
is its justicial disregard
Jen Hadfield
Stone Poem
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