作者:查尔斯.布考斯基' {4 Q; M/ o! |, l
翻译:莫笑愚
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& M `% D9 b5 @+ N3 H0 J$ z7 L我醒来口干舌燥,蕨类植物死了,* r1 ]# c4 x8 ^; K/ Y4 r6 E& F
这些盆栽植物黄如玉米;
. L* y+ l$ S. V e' J! b7 C8 F( i我的女人也已离开$ g; F! @5 M0 [# B' W2 z
而这些空酒瓶仿佛血尽而亡的尸体) J2 z7 J ?4 \
用空虚环绕我;
- t8 O3 l; X4 N4 a1 E: G* H6 {3 r但阳光依然耀眼,
. ~* U- A" H/ ^! H8 \& g: V8 k我的女房东的字据笔迹端正
0 m; Q: L3 U2 E以温和而枯黄的口吻;什么风格,一个小丑9 r: v) S$ ^( V# t; X# S
拿这尖酸的疼痛开玩笑;酸痛
5 f/ w6 s: Y1 E( h" Z由于它存在,仅此而已;5 _* ?# ?: O5 D# g/ J/ f
我用旧刀片小心地剃须
& e& B- K* o5 u这个男人曾经年轻,并且* U/ I: o8 _5 X/ F7 I. H, T
据说是个天才;但是# M- W- m/ Q' O0 h
那不过是叶子的悲剧,
: A8 S3 g9 g, W& x这死亡的蕨类,这死亡的植物;5 E% g7 a# h9 Q# G- l# p% d
我走进玩牌大厅
/ t, l+ q/ l4 N- |& r女房东就站在那里
% u: H% ~- \0 V) h( r用最后的诅咒,
: h4 I, @2 C! S5 l: v' R让我下地狱,
1 I. z7 a4 W" k- p J她舞动肥大而热汗涔涔的臂膀
O/ l3 N# e0 ^1 I% `$ }大叫着索要房租& x7 e7 g8 a8 S. R6 b0 X4 F
因为这个世界同时辜负了6 d/ \$ k4 s9 S. O
我们俩。
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(莫笑愚译于2015-05-08,于加州棕榈泉): x! r0 G+ x2 N/ k# [: [
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附英文原文:6 Z4 ^" z% k! E+ _& _3 y$ r
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THE TRAGEDY OF THE LEAVES' K- R% _) N$ {0 `3 x
BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI8 J) R z) ]0 W$ F) L
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I awakened to dryness and the ferns were dead,
1 p0 \) e3 |6 C8 g1 W7 xthe potted plants yellow as corn;" D5 h e' I4 A6 |; B& Z
my woman was gone$ U& p! p- O! n- V. ~
and the empty bottles like bled corpses6 Q7 B* U+ _% a
surrounded me with their uselessness;* p- g3 @* ^3 v
the sun was still good, though,1 B& [1 t d8 j2 U# {; X
and my landlady's note cracked in fine and
; B4 r- U' O6 l. s$ ]; D' E! Pundemanding yellowness; what style, a jester: k4 n# U$ C: V5 q0 ]- d$ H
with jokes upon absurd pain; pain is absurd) ~( c1 J8 m% q2 D+ i8 C
because it exists, nothing more;* y' x( T) J3 j
I shaved carefully with an old razor
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that's the tragedy of the leaves,
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/ t. e7 E" M3 Z/ t# w6 w# Tand I walked into a card hall0 V! t- O, j P
where the landlady stood
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sending me to hell,- n" s# P6 D' i3 e& ~3 ~
waving her fat, sweaty arms) V0 O& B1 {( d/ O, p
and screaming for rent) [' ~* u! r7 q- F4 _6 P
because the world had failed us: H. m; {6 T/ o7 J
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