经典现代诗双语赏析：我和神的哀歌

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经典现代诗双语赏析：我和神的哀歌　　我亲手烧掉全部候鸟的来信
! Z$ x0 O# R5 @% B' ]1 `9 O　　并看见秋天在刀尖上站了一个世纪
  f% T) k. G3 ]　　大地毁坏自己的脸之后又毁坏自己的心脏
　　世上的妇女纷纷在雪花里安家
) X4 f% n% H2 y6 Y# t　　她们落下时是一个意外
! W% k) s% e# s) O( f# O　　隐蔽在女人心里的女人
5 N" Z6 n5 L3 w7 g& g7 }1 w　　永远疼痛并飘摇
4 t1 W$ @% T$ @, O1 J. _　　今夜我暗访大地的全部过程
　　听见了豹与少女的秘密
　　看见春天出生的人挤满天空的医院
/ J) b. R8 Q0 b  d　　我观察这个时代的飘雪
, e2 L# H& F5 w1 _0 k　　心就像石头一样沉默
& Y9 t5 q  y7 E* _. }$ `8 f　　我弯腰捡起一块神圣的瓦片
6 g9 o9 l0 t. [3 v　　用衣袖擦亮后看人类在岩石上飞奔
　　一群黑衣修女像音乐涌向他乡
　　另一群是罕见的道士和僧侣
　　我诚实地看着流逝的万物
* U* E0 L8 n5 S8 N! s+ M　　等待飘雪向漫天飞舞的疾病前来找我
　　这是一个肤浅的年代
　　没有弃儿沿着祖父的铁轨向前爬行
" ]5 o+ r- r" g' b4 M2 {　　这是一个吞噬的日子
% S# @" r1 h, y# O5 v　　机器损坏了人类的大脑
　　大地上发生的一切令人伤心
　　我在音乐中以泪洗面
　　不是我有罪
　　而是我孤独
$ v9 o7 L  w' Z　　Requiem for Me and God
　　With my own hands I burned all letters from migratory birds
　　And I watched autumn standing for a century on the tip of a knife
　　After the good earth disfigured its face, then it ruined its own heart
　　Women of our time are flurrying to make their homes in snowflakes
: O$ Q9 p4 [3 E" l' B) w) o/ i( X6 A  W　　Their fall to earth is unexpected
" b3 ^* p- w% W( Z　　The woman hiding in the heart of a woman
　　Is forever suffering hurt and also floating
　　This night my secret survey of the good earth, the whole process
　　Hears the secret between a young woman and a panther
　　Sees people born in springtime crowding the hospital of the sky
　　I observe the floating snow of this era
2 S  `8 s0 l" T5 o% p　　My heart as silent as a stone
6 i7 r2 X7 M2 k; {　　I bend my waist to pick up a fragment of holy tile
　　After rubbing it with my sleeve, I see human traces streak across boulders
! @( V1 R% x- w　　A group of black-robed nuns stream like music toward other towns
　　Another group of monks and hermits, almost never seen
　　I wait and watch these evanescent objects
  C' D$ N& ?0 A. @1 ]　　Until snowfall comes looking for me, like a skyful of fluttering disease
　　This is a superficial age
　　Abandoned infants do not crawl along the rails of their grandfathers
　　This age is ravenous to swallow everything
1 L7 ?+ s. O8 D$ t- n　　Machines damage the brain cells of human beings
$ a2 U1 Q8 x# f9 |2 D% x. m　　What has happened on the good earth is a wound in people's hearts
　　Within music, I use tears to wash my face
' i8 D( x7 ?5 H( v* W! e# M　　This is not a matter of my sins
& K9 y0 r! D3 m0 }8 S4 l) j# D% Z+ d　　It is my solitude