2023-12-08 Feast of the Immaculate Conception

【Another Weeping Woman (1921)】

Wallace Stevens (1879—1955)

Pour the unhappiness out

From your too bitter heart,

Which grieving will not sweeten.

Poison grows in this dark.

It is in the water of tears

Its black blooms rise.

The magnificent cause of being,

The imagination, the one reality

In this imagined world

Leaves you

With him for whom no phantasy moves,

And you are pierced by a death.

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【《另一哭泣的女人》(1921)】

异乡人·史蒂文斯(1879生—1955卒)

【红霞译】

把不快乐

从你快要凉透的心倾诉出来吧，

悲伤不会变得甜蜜。

毒药在这黑暗中生长。

它在泪水中

绽放出黑色花朵。

存在的宏伟事业，

想象力，唯一的现实

在这想象的世界

把你留给了

没有幻影的他，

而你被死亡刺穿。

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【The Idea of Order at Key West (1934)】

——Award of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry

Wallace Stevens (1879—1955)

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.  

The water never formed to mind or voice,  

Like a body wholly body, fluttering

Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion  

Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,  

That was not ours although we understood,  

Inhuman, of the veritable ocean.

The sea was not a mask. No more was she.  

The song and water were not medleyed sound  

Even if what she sang was what she heard,  

Since what she sang was uttered word by word.

It may be that in all her phrases stirred  

The grinding water and the gasping wind;  

But it was she and not the sea we heard.

For she was the maker of the song she sang.  

The ever-hooded, tragic-gestured sea

Was merely a place by which she walked to sing.  

Whose spirit is this? we said, because we knew  

It was the spirit that we sought and knew  

That we should ask this often as she sang.

If it was only the dark voice of the sea  

That rose, or even colored by many waves;  

If it was only the outer voice of sky

And cloud, of the sunken coral water-walled,  

However clear, it would have been deep air,  

The heaving speech of air, a summer sound  

Repeated in a summer without end

And sound alone. But it was more than that,  

More even than her voice, and ours, among

The meaningless plungings of water and the wind,  

Theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped  

On high horizons, mountainous atmospheres  

Of sky and sea.

It was her voice that made  

The sky acutest at its vanishing.  

She measured to the hour its solitude.  

She was the single artificer of the world

In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea,  

Whatever self it had, became the self

That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we,  

As we beheld her striding there alone,

Knew that there never was a world for her  

Except the one she sang and, singing, made.

Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know,  

Why, when the singing ended and we turned  

Toward the town, tell why the glassy lights,  

The lights in the fishing boats at anchor there,   

As the night descended, tilting in the air,  

Mastered the night and portioned out the sea,  

Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles,  

Arranging, deepening, enchanting night.

Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon,  

The maker's rage to order words of the sea,  

Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred,  

And of ourselves and of our origins,

In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.

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【《骨岛的秩序观念》(1934)】

——普利策诗歌奖

异乡人·史蒂文斯(1879生—1955卒)

【红霞译】

她的歌声比海神更有力量。

海水从未形成思想或嗓音，

就像一个完整的身躯，飘动着

空荡的袖子；然而它的模拟动作

造成无尽的呼喊，无尽地引发呼喊，

那不是我们的却能为我们理解，

非人类的，真实大海的呼喊。

大海不是面具。她也如此。

并非混杂歌与水的噪声

即使她唱的就是她听到的，

毕竟她逐字逐句地唱。

也许歌词唤起了

翻腾的海水与阵阵的海风；

但我们听到的是她的嗓音而不是大海。

因为她是这歌声的创作者。

那片永远罩盖、摆出凄美姿态的大海

仅是她边走边唱的地方。

这是谁的精魂？我们说过，因为我们知道

是我们找寻的精魂而且

随着她的歌唱我们常会提及的问题。

如果只是黑暗声音来自大海的

波起，甚至多彩的海浪；

如果只是外部声音来自天空

还有云彩，或者环水的海底珊瑚，

无论多么清晰，将会酝酿深空的、

低沉的嗓音，夏季噪声

在无尽的夏季重复

而这只是噪声。但事情还不止于此，

甚至超过她的和我们的声音，在

海水和海风毫无意义的狂涌中，

虚幻的远方，青铜色调堆积在

耸立的地平线上，巨大的景致

尽在海天之间。

是她的嗓音

让天空随着黄昏消逝变得无比锋芒。

她捕捉其孤独的时刻。

她似乎创造了世界

并能纵声其间。当她歌唱的时候，大海，

无论何等的自我，都变成了

其歌声的自我，因为她是创作者。于是我们，

一如看到她独自漫步，

意识到她从未拥有过世界

除了她歌唱并在歌中创造的那个。

顾问·冒险家之子，请告诉我，如果你知道，

为何歌声停止在我们转身

走向小镇的时候，为何镜面灯，

是那儿埠上渔船的航标，

一如夜幕降临，倾斜在空中，

掌控着黑夜并划分出大海，

定影醒目的区域和火红的桅杆，

安排着、深化着、魅惑着夜晚。

啊，对秩序的神圣热望！幽灵般顾问，

创作家的热望将秩序赋予大海的语言，

朦胧星空下芳香门户的语言，

并关乎人类和我们的起源，

在鬼魂的神域中更加锐利。

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附属礼拜堂白色大理石的祭坛上刻着“耶稣是生命的食粮”，祭坛两侧的大理石柱构筑石拱门，拱门周围刻着铭文：“当打开宝藏时，人们向他赠送了礼物”。拱门内有一幅《三博士朝圣》壁画，正如某些中世纪绘画中展示同一场景那样，智者被描绘为黑色；拱门周围的墙上画有垂饰，勾勒了耶稣从幼儿期到少年时代的场景。

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