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大运河诗歌（十首）
伊甸 著
雨如 译
运河与祖父
运河很低，它比万物都要低
它在最低的地方坦坦荡荡地敞开
伊甸 著
雨如 译
运河与祖父
运河很低，它比万物都要低
它在最低的地方坦坦荡荡地敞开
大运河诗歌（十首）
伊甸 著
雨如 译
运河与祖父
运河很低，它比万物都要低
它在最低的地方坦坦荡荡地敞开着自己
它从不遮遮掩掩
从不与别的事物争高低
我祖父很低，比一棵车前草低
比蜗牛和蝼蚁低
其实就是土地的一部分
他想把运河扶起来
运河想把他举在头上
有时他和它会心地一笑
有时他和它泪眼相对
说不出一句话来
我祖父常常和运河结伴而行
他和运河有时手携着手缓缓散步
有时比赛谁跑得更快，更远
他和运河从不争吵
像亲密的兄弟。运河喜欢说话
祖父就静静地倾听
祖父满头大汗地拉纤和摇船
运河一次次地为他擦汗
为他唱节奏舒缓的歌曲
祖父告别运河很久了
我来到运河边
看见它至今还在为我祖父忧伤
Canal and Grandfather
The Canal is humble, humbler than all things on earth
It unfolds itself generously in the humblest manner
It never hides its secrets
Never competes with others
My grandfather was humble, humbler than a plantain
Humbler than a snail, a mole cricket, or an ant
He was indeed a part of the earth
He tried to help the Canal up
The Canal tried to lift him up over its head
Sometimes they gave each other a knowing smile
Sometimes they stared at each other with tearful eyes
Cannot say a word
My grandfather went along with the Canal
He strolled hand in hand with it now and then
Sometimes raced against it to see who could run faster and farther
He never quarreled with it
They were intimate brothers. The Canal talked much
Grandfather listened to it quietly
Grandfather towed and sculled the boat, sweat dripping from his head
Then the Canal wiped his sweat again and again
And sang gentle songs for him
Grandfather has left the Canal for long
I come to the Canal
Finding that it still grieves for him
运河与父亲
1937年，运河带着我六岁的父亲
逃避鬼子的炮火。它用一千只手
不停地拍打我父亲的肩膀
1938年，走投无路的祖母
跨过忧伤的运河
把我父亲送给另一个祖母
1948年，父亲和运河赌气
看谁跑得更远……
运河——父亲的命运
父亲的灵魂，父亲永不愈合的伤口
现在，父亲在天空深情地
望着运河，絮絮叨叨地说着
和运河有关的往事
我是永不厌倦的倾听者
Canal and Father
In 1937, the Canal took my father away
From the Japanese enemies’ artillery fire, with a thousand of hands,
Patting his shoulders ceaselessly
In 1938, my helpless cornered grandma
Strode over the dolorous canal
And pleased another grandmother to raise my father
In 1948, my father put a bet with the Canal
On who could run farther...
The Canal, father’s destiny
Father’s soul, father’s never healing scar
Now, on the sky, father stares at the Canal
Affectionately, humming out the past
Between them
And I am listening, never tired
运河与阳光
阳光从很远很远的地方赶来
累了，就伏在运河胸膛上睡一会
它醒来时，运河晃动一头白发
“孩子，看这个世界时
你要睁一只眼闭一只眼
看我，你就一直睁大双眼吧”
“看我额头深深的皱纹
看我骨头上的伤疤，我血液深处的
爱，迷茫，忧伤……”
阳光像打开一本书那样打开运河
它发现了运河的好多秘密
它悄悄地合上书页，与运河一起
爱，迷茫，忧伤……
Canal and Sunshine
Sunshine comes from afar, far away
Tired, it nestles against the Canal’s chest to have a rest
When it wakes up, the Canal shakes his white hair
“My kid, when you look at this world,
You’d better turn a blind eye to something
But when you look at me, just keep your eyes wide open”
“Look at the deep wrinkles on my forehead
The scars on my bones, and the love, confusion, and sadness
Deep in my blood...”
Sunshine unfolds the Canal, like opening a book
It discovers many of his secrets
Then it closes the book, and tastes
The love, confusion and sadness together with him
运河与雨
雨不喜欢天堂，它投奔运河时
像被释放的囚犯
唱着世界上最欢快的歌
总有人说雨是泪水
——多陈旧的比喻啊
他肯定不是诗人
雨其实是一种特殊的鸟
它从五千年前飞来，它从五千年后飞来
它从某些特殊人物的大脑中飞来
怪不得它奔向运河时
运河迫不及待向上一跃
现在雨就是运河，运河就是雨
现在运河奔跑时常常用飞翔的姿势
现在大雁与白鹤把运河认作兄长
雨骄傲于自己的脱胎换骨
雨借运河的嘴对人类说
“脱胎换骨。脱胎换骨。脱胎换骨……”
Canal and Rain
Rain doesn’t like living in heaven, so it rushes into the Canal
Like a freed prisoner
Singing the most joyful songs in the world
People always say raindrops are tears
What a hackneyed metaphor!
They are certainly not poets
Actually, rain is a special bird
It flies from 5,000 years ago, flies from 5,000 years later
Flies from the minds of some unusual figures
No wonder that the Canal can’t wait to jump up to welcome
As the rain heads for it
Now, the rain becomes the Canal, the Canal is the rain
Now, the Canal often runs in a flying manner
Now, wild goose and white crane regard the Canal as their older brother
The rain is proud of its rebirth
And speaks to humans through the mouth of the Canal
“I’m reborn, I’m reborn, I’m reborn...”
运河与雪
雪犹若一头白象从天而降
它身上驮着天堂的神秘、诸神的顽劣
运河搂着白象跳舞
它们把寒冷和孤独扔在
几块装模作样的石头上
河水散发酒一般的醇香
古石桥醉了一次又一次
它想把每个过桥的人都拉回唐朝的雪中
过桥的人假装喜欢太宗和玄宗
他们低头赶路时撞上正在赏雪的杜甫
掉进运河的杜甫惊叫一声
水中的鱼虾全都变成了诗人
我突然发现白象并非来自天空
它是从运河中升起
从运河底下的秘密处所升起
Canal and Snow
Snow falls like a white elephant form the sky
Carrying mysteries of heaven and mischievousness of all gods
The Canal dances, clasping the white elephant in its arms
They throw coldness and loneliness
On a couple of pretentious stones
River water emits mellow wine aroma
The ancient stone bridge gets intoxicated again and again
It wants every passer to relive the snow-covered Tang dynasty
People cross the bridge and feign affection for Emperor Taizong and Xuanzong
Heads bowed, they bump against Du Fu who is enjoying the snow view
The great poet screams out while falling into the river
Then all the fishes and shrimps become poets
Suddenly I find the white elephant is not from the sky
It emerges from the Canal
From its mysterious bottom
运河与女人
喝运河水长大的女人会变成运河
她们变不成牡丹江
变不成长江黄河珠江雅鲁藏布江
她们只会变成运河
她们把星星当成鱼虾放进运河喂养
她们安排太阳和月亮轮流为运河站岗
她们宁肯委屈天空也不肯委屈运河
运河是她们的过去与未来
运河是她们的血，她们的脸
她们的手臂和乳房
运河不是鸟，她们才是鸟
她们会背着运河飞翔
运河不懂谈情说爱，她们会教运河
写密密麻麻的情书，她们会教运河
适度地矜持，适度地放荡
她们肯定会变成运河
也许就在今天深夜，她们释放出
全身的激情，她们关于爱的表白
一会儿清澈一会儿混浊
她们举起白帆和时间
她们就成了运河
Canal and Women
The women who drink canal water will grow into the Canal
They’ll never grow into the Mudanjiang River
The Yangtze River, the Yellow River, the Pearl River or the Brahmaputra
They’ll just grow into the Canal
They feed the stars in the Canal, like feeding fishes and shrimps
They arrange for the sun and the moon to guard the Canal in turn
They would rather wrong the sky than wrong the Canal
The Canal is their past and future
The Canal is their blood and face
Their arms and breasts
The Canal is not the bird. Instead, they are the bird
They can fly with the Canal on their back
The Canal doesn’t know how to love, but they can teach it
To write romantic love letters; they can teach it
To be moderately restrained and debauched
They will definitely grow into the Canal
Maybe late at this night, they will release
All of their passion; their confession of love
Is now explicit and then implicit
They shoulder white sails and time
And finally become the Canal
运河上空的白云
运河与白云从来不争高和低
白云在高处，它常常比运河更低
运河在低处，它常常比白云更高
白云知道：它的高
仅仅是一个幻觉。运河知道
它的低，是一些虫子的错觉
运河忙着做自己的事
——养活两岸的庄稼、村庄、爱情
白云也忙着做自己的事
——保持自己的优雅、超脱
给晕头转向的人类一点启示
运河越来越高
在远处，它和天空并肩站在一起
White Clouds over the Canal
The Canal and white clouds never compete with each other for being high or low
The white cloud stands high in the sky, but she is often lower than the Canal
The Canal lies low on the ground, but he is often higher than white cloud
The cloud knows that her height
Is just an illusion. The Canal knows
That his lowness is the delusion of some bugs
The Canal is busy with his own business:
To nourish the crops, villages and love on the banks
The white cloud is busy with her own business:
To maintain her elegance and detachment
And give some enlightenment to the confused humans
The Canal flows higher and higher
In the distance, he stands shoulder to shoulder with the sky
运河与诗人
运河说：我是一首诗
一首关于死亡和复活的诗
一首灼热或者冰冷的诗
我身上流淌着所有的标点符号
所有的汉语，所有的疼痛、迷茫
记忆、遗忘、怜悯……
诗人说：我是一条运河
我被命运挖掘，我在世界的低处
搜集流亡的灵魂，以及
石头和虫子的秘密
我被泪水和血液拯救，被怀疑和虔诚
拯救。沉默是对自己的背叛
运河与诗人在时间的浓雾中
彼此久久凝视。他们看见了
对方的血管、肝胆、大脑沟回……
他们从对方身体里汲取
高贵和纯粹的部分
他们加快脚步，一起去追赶太阳
Canal and Poet
The Canal says: I am a poem
A poem about death and rebirth
A scorching or freezing poem
I have everything flowing through me, every punctuation mark
Every Chinese character, every pain, confusion
Memory, oblivion, empathy...
The poet says: I am a canal
I was explored by destiny. I search
For the exiled souls and the secrets
Of stones and insects
I was redeemed by tears and blood, by doubts
And piety. Silence is a betrayal of myself
In the heavy fog of time, the Canal and the poet
Stare at each other for a long, long time. They observe
Each other’s blood vessels, liver, gallbladder, brain sulci...
They absorb the noblest and purest part
From each other’s body
They gather pace and chase the sun together
运河的声音
河水在早晨流动的声音
就像一群村民扛着锄头走向田野
他们的一声声问候与招呼
有梦和阳光的气息
河水在黑夜流动的声音
就像一对恋人在说悄悄话
说着说着
他们的手就牵在一起了
风吹动水波的声音，像一家子亲人
围在一起闲聊。聊着聊着
有人长大了，有人衰老了
一条鲤鱼跃出水面的声音
像一个忧郁的人突然爆发的欢笑
——他成功避开了走向地狱的厄运
雨点敲击运河的声音
像一场关于善与恶的辩论赛
无论争辩得多么精彩
善仍然战战兢兢，恶
仍然目中无人
鸟儿用翅膀拍打水面的声音
像交响乐团在露天剧场演出前
主持人的报幕辞。《命运交响曲》
开始在整个大地上响起
Sound of Canal
In the morning, the flowing river water
Sounds like villagers, in twos and threes, carrying hoes to the fields
Their greetings and small talks
Exude the scent of dream and sunshine
In the dark night, the flowing river water
Sounds like the whispering of lovers
As they talk affectionately
They join hands with each other
Breeze ripples the Canal’s surface. It sounds
Like the chitchat of families. As they chat away
Some grow up while some grow old
A carp jumps out of the water. It sounds
Like the burst of laughter of a melancholic man:
He dodges successfully the doom of going to Hell
Rain drops splash against the Canal. It sounds
Likea debate on good and evil
No matter how intense the debate is
The good is always cautious, while the evil
Remains arrogant
Birds flap the water surface with their wings. It sounds
Like the announcement of a ceremony master
Before the performance of a symphony orchestra in amphitheatre. Then Symphony ofFate
Begins to echo all over the earth
运河的秋天
运河把秋天扛在肩膀上
就像扛起自己所爱的女人
她身上溢出稻谷和苹果的香味
丰满的躯体里藏着无数奇迹
运河的身体里也藏着无数奇迹
他们互相致敬，互相抚摸
天高得像一个伟大人物的幻想
他们的灵魂在仰望中白云一般升起
但他想到了十字架，血
想到下一秒就要把他绑架的严冬
他绅士一样选择了孤独和苦难
他殉道者一样对山川草木发表演讲
他狠狠心推开忧伤的秋天
他对她再三叮咛：保护好自己！
他们约定了明年见面时的信物
——一滴泪，或者一道新的伤口
Autumn of the Canal
The Canal carries autumn on his shoulder
Like carrying the woman he loves
She exudes the fragrance of rice and apple
In her plump body there hide numerous miracles
In the Canal’s body there also hide numerous miracles
They salute, and fondle each other
The sky is as high as the fantasies of a great man
Their souls rise like white clouds as they look up at it
But he thinks of the Cross, blood
And the severe winter that would abduct him next second
He chooses solitude and misery as a gentleman would
He delivers speeches to mountains, rivers, grass and woods as a martyr would
Finally, he makes up his mind and pushes the sad autumn away
He urges her over and over: Take care!
They agree on what they will bring when they meet next year
－A teardrop, or a new wound
伊甸，原名曹富强。祖籍浙江黄岩。1953年出生于海宁长安镇，在桐乡农村长大。童年曾斫草喂羊，少年曾割稻拔秧，17岁进入海宁化肥厂当司炉工。1977年参加文革后第一次高考，录取于平湖师范学校。做过四年高中语文老师，三十年大学写作老师。现已从嘉兴学院退休。
制作 |赵佼
伊甸 著
雨如 译
运河与祖父
运河很低，它比万物都要低
它在最低的地方坦坦荡荡地敞开着自己
它从不遮遮掩掩
从不与别的事物争高低
我祖父很低，比一棵车前草低
比蜗牛和蝼蚁低
其实就是土地的一部分
他想把运河扶起来
运河想把他举在头上
有时他和它会心地一笑
有时他和它泪眼相对
说不出一句话来
我祖父常常和运河结伴而行
他和运河有时手携着手缓缓散步
有时比赛谁跑得更快，更远
他和运河从不争吵
像亲密的兄弟。运河喜欢说话
祖父就静静地倾听
祖父满头大汗地拉纤和摇船
运河一次次地为他擦汗
为他唱节奏舒缓的歌曲
祖父告别运河很久了
我来到运河边
看见它至今还在为我祖父忧伤
Canal and Grandfather
The Canal is humble, humbler than all things on earth
It unfolds itself generously in the humblest manner
It never hides its secrets
Never competes with others
My grandfather was humble, humbler than a plantain
Humbler than a snail, a mole cricket, or an ant
He was indeed a part of the earth
He tried to help the Canal up
The Canal tried to lift him up over its head
Sometimes they gave each other a knowing smile
Sometimes they stared at each other with tearful eyes
Cannot say a word
My grandfather went along with the Canal
He strolled hand in hand with it now and then
Sometimes raced against it to see who could run faster and farther
He never quarreled with it
They were intimate brothers. The Canal talked much
Grandfather listened to it quietly
Grandfather towed and sculled the boat, sweat dripping from his head
Then the Canal wiped his sweat again and again
And sang gentle songs for him
Grandfather has left the Canal for long
I come to the Canal
Finding that it still grieves for him
运河与父亲
1937年，运河带着我六岁的父亲
逃避鬼子的炮火。它用一千只手
不停地拍打我父亲的肩膀
1938年，走投无路的祖母
跨过忧伤的运河
把我父亲送给另一个祖母
1948年，父亲和运河赌气
看谁跑得更远……
运河——父亲的命运
父亲的灵魂，父亲永不愈合的伤口
现在，父亲在天空深情地
望着运河，絮絮叨叨地说着
和运河有关的往事
我是永不厌倦的倾听者
Canal and Father
In 1937, the Canal took my father away
From the Japanese enemies’ artillery fire, with a thousand of hands,
Patting his shoulders ceaselessly
In 1938, my helpless cornered grandma
Strode over the dolorous canal
And pleased another grandmother to raise my father
In 1948, my father put a bet with the Canal
On who could run farther...
The Canal, father’s destiny
Father’s soul, father’s never healing scar
Now, on the sky, father stares at the Canal
Affectionately, humming out the past
Between them
And I am listening, never tired
运河与阳光
阳光从很远很远的地方赶来
累了，就伏在运河胸膛上睡一会
它醒来时，运河晃动一头白发
“孩子，看这个世界时
你要睁一只眼闭一只眼
看我，你就一直睁大双眼吧”
“看我额头深深的皱纹
看我骨头上的伤疤，我血液深处的
爱，迷茫，忧伤……”
阳光像打开一本书那样打开运河
它发现了运河的好多秘密
它悄悄地合上书页，与运河一起
爱，迷茫，忧伤……
Canal and Sunshine
Sunshine comes from afar, far away
Tired, it nestles against the Canal’s chest to have a rest
When it wakes up, the Canal shakes his white hair
“My kid, when you look at this world,
You’d better turn a blind eye to something
But when you look at me, just keep your eyes wide open”
“Look at the deep wrinkles on my forehead
The scars on my bones, and the love, confusion, and sadness
Deep in my blood...”
Sunshine unfolds the Canal, like opening a book
It discovers many of his secrets
Then it closes the book, and tastes
The love, confusion and sadness together with him
运河与雨
雨不喜欢天堂，它投奔运河时
像被释放的囚犯
唱着世界上最欢快的歌
总有人说雨是泪水
——多陈旧的比喻啊
他肯定不是诗人
雨其实是一种特殊的鸟
它从五千年前飞来，它从五千年后飞来
它从某些特殊人物的大脑中飞来
怪不得它奔向运河时
运河迫不及待向上一跃
现在雨就是运河，运河就是雨
现在运河奔跑时常常用飞翔的姿势
现在大雁与白鹤把运河认作兄长
雨骄傲于自己的脱胎换骨
雨借运河的嘴对人类说
“脱胎换骨。脱胎换骨。脱胎换骨……”
Canal and Rain
Rain doesn’t like living in heaven, so it rushes into the Canal
Like a freed prisoner
Singing the most joyful songs in the world
People always say raindrops are tears
What a hackneyed metaphor!
They are certainly not poets
Actually, rain is a special bird
It flies from 5,000 years ago, flies from 5,000 years later
Flies from the minds of some unusual figures
No wonder that the Canal can’t wait to jump up to welcome
As the rain heads for it
Now, the rain becomes the Canal, the Canal is the rain
Now, the Canal often runs in a flying manner
Now, wild goose and white crane regard the Canal as their older brother
The rain is proud of its rebirth
And speaks to humans through the mouth of the Canal
“I’m reborn, I’m reborn, I’m reborn...”
运河与雪
雪犹若一头白象从天而降
它身上驮着天堂的神秘、诸神的顽劣
运河搂着白象跳舞
它们把寒冷和孤独扔在
几块装模作样的石头上
河水散发酒一般的醇香
古石桥醉了一次又一次
它想把每个过桥的人都拉回唐朝的雪中
过桥的人假装喜欢太宗和玄宗
他们低头赶路时撞上正在赏雪的杜甫
掉进运河的杜甫惊叫一声
水中的鱼虾全都变成了诗人
我突然发现白象并非来自天空
它是从运河中升起
从运河底下的秘密处所升起
Canal and Snow
Snow falls like a white elephant form the sky
Carrying mysteries of heaven and mischievousness of all gods
The Canal dances, clasping the white elephant in its arms
They throw coldness and loneliness
On a couple of pretentious stones
River water emits mellow wine aroma
The ancient stone bridge gets intoxicated again and again
It wants every passer to relive the snow-covered Tang dynasty
People cross the bridge and feign affection for Emperor Taizong and Xuanzong
Heads bowed, they bump against Du Fu who is enjoying the snow view
The great poet screams out while falling into the river
Then all the fishes and shrimps become poets
Suddenly I find the white elephant is not from the sky
It emerges from the Canal
From its mysterious bottom
运河与女人
喝运河水长大的女人会变成运河
她们变不成牡丹江
变不成长江黄河珠江雅鲁藏布江
她们只会变成运河
她们把星星当成鱼虾放进运河喂养
她们安排太阳和月亮轮流为运河站岗
她们宁肯委屈天空也不肯委屈运河
运河是她们的过去与未来
运河是她们的血，她们的脸
她们的手臂和乳房
运河不是鸟，她们才是鸟
她们会背着运河飞翔
运河不懂谈情说爱，她们会教运河
写密密麻麻的情书，她们会教运河
适度地矜持，适度地放荡
她们肯定会变成运河
也许就在今天深夜，她们释放出
全身的激情，她们关于爱的表白
一会儿清澈一会儿混浊
她们举起白帆和时间
她们就成了运河
Canal and Women
The women who drink canal water will grow into the Canal
They’ll never grow into the Mudanjiang River
The Yangtze River, the Yellow River, the Pearl River or the Brahmaputra
They’ll just grow into the Canal
They feed the stars in the Canal, like feeding fishes and shrimps
They arrange for the sun and the moon to guard the Canal in turn
They would rather wrong the sky than wrong the Canal
The Canal is their past and future
The Canal is their blood and face
Their arms and breasts
The Canal is not the bird. Instead, they are the bird
They can fly with the Canal on their back
The Canal doesn’t know how to love, but they can teach it
To write romantic love letters; they can teach it
To be moderately restrained and debauched
They will definitely grow into the Canal
Maybe late at this night, they will release
All of their passion; their confession of love
Is now explicit and then implicit
They shoulder white sails and time
And finally become the Canal
运河上空的白云
运河与白云从来不争高和低
白云在高处，它常常比运河更低
运河在低处，它常常比白云更高
白云知道：它的高
仅仅是一个幻觉。运河知道
它的低，是一些虫子的错觉
运河忙着做自己的事
——养活两岸的庄稼、村庄、爱情
白云也忙着做自己的事
——保持自己的优雅、超脱
给晕头转向的人类一点启示
运河越来越高
在远处，它和天空并肩站在一起
White Clouds over the Canal
The Canal and white clouds never compete with each other for being high or low
The white cloud stands high in the sky, but she is often lower than the Canal
The Canal lies low on the ground, but he is often higher than white cloud
The cloud knows that her height
Is just an illusion. The Canal knows
That his lowness is the delusion of some bugs
The Canal is busy with his own business:
To nourish the crops, villages and love on the banks
The white cloud is busy with her own business:
To maintain her elegance and detachment
And give some enlightenment to the confused humans
The Canal flows higher and higher
In the distance, he stands shoulder to shoulder with the sky
运河与诗人
运河说：我是一首诗
一首关于死亡和复活的诗
一首灼热或者冰冷的诗
我身上流淌着所有的标点符号
所有的汉语，所有的疼痛、迷茫
记忆、遗忘、怜悯……
诗人说：我是一条运河
我被命运挖掘，我在世界的低处
搜集流亡的灵魂，以及
石头和虫子的秘密
我被泪水和血液拯救，被怀疑和虔诚
拯救。沉默是对自己的背叛
运河与诗人在时间的浓雾中
彼此久久凝视。他们看见了
对方的血管、肝胆、大脑沟回……
他们从对方身体里汲取
高贵和纯粹的部分
他们加快脚步，一起去追赶太阳
Canal and Poet
The Canal says: I am a poem
A poem about death and rebirth
A scorching or freezing poem
I have everything flowing through me, every punctuation mark
Every Chinese character, every pain, confusion
Memory, oblivion, empathy...
The poet says: I am a canal
I was explored by destiny. I search
For the exiled souls and the secrets
Of stones and insects
I was redeemed by tears and blood, by doubts
And piety. Silence is a betrayal of myself
In the heavy fog of time, the Canal and the poet
Stare at each other for a long, long time. They observe
Each other’s blood vessels, liver, gallbladder, brain sulci...
They absorb the noblest and purest part
From each other’s body
They gather pace and chase the sun together
运河的声音
河水在早晨流动的声音
就像一群村民扛着锄头走向田野
他们的一声声问候与招呼
有梦和阳光的气息
河水在黑夜流动的声音
就像一对恋人在说悄悄话
说着说着
他们的手就牵在一起了
风吹动水波的声音，像一家子亲人
围在一起闲聊。聊着聊着
有人长大了，有人衰老了
一条鲤鱼跃出水面的声音
像一个忧郁的人突然爆发的欢笑
——他成功避开了走向地狱的厄运
雨点敲击运河的声音
像一场关于善与恶的辩论赛
无论争辩得多么精彩
善仍然战战兢兢，恶
仍然目中无人
鸟儿用翅膀拍打水面的声音
像交响乐团在露天剧场演出前
主持人的报幕辞。《命运交响曲》
开始在整个大地上响起
Sound of Canal
In the morning, the flowing river water
Sounds like villagers, in twos and threes, carrying hoes to the fields
Their greetings and small talks
Exude the scent of dream and sunshine
In the dark night, the flowing river water
Sounds like the whispering of lovers
As they talk affectionately
They join hands with each other
Breeze ripples the Canal’s surface. It sounds
Like the chitchat of families. As they chat away
Some grow up while some grow old
A carp jumps out of the water. It sounds
Like the burst of laughter of a melancholic man:
He dodges successfully the doom of going to Hell
Rain drops splash against the Canal. It sounds
Likea debate on good and evil
No matter how intense the debate is
The good is always cautious, while the evil
Remains arrogant
Birds flap the water surface with their wings. It sounds
Like the announcement of a ceremony master
Before the performance of a symphony orchestra in amphitheatre. Then Symphony ofFate
Begins to echo all over the earth
运河的秋天
运河把秋天扛在肩膀上
就像扛起自己所爱的女人
她身上溢出稻谷和苹果的香味
丰满的躯体里藏着无数奇迹
运河的身体里也藏着无数奇迹
他们互相致敬，互相抚摸
天高得像一个伟大人物的幻想
他们的灵魂在仰望中白云一般升起
但他想到了十字架，血
想到下一秒就要把他绑架的严冬
他绅士一样选择了孤独和苦难
他殉道者一样对山川草木发表演讲
他狠狠心推开忧伤的秋天
他对她再三叮咛：保护好自己！
他们约定了明年见面时的信物
——一滴泪，或者一道新的伤口
Autumn of the Canal
The Canal carries autumn on his shoulder
Like carrying the woman he loves
She exudes the fragrance of rice and apple
In her plump body there hide numerous miracles
In the Canal’s body there also hide numerous miracles
They salute, and fondle each other
The sky is as high as the fantasies of a great man
Their souls rise like white clouds as they look up at it
But he thinks of the Cross, blood
And the severe winter that would abduct him next second
He chooses solitude and misery as a gentleman would
He delivers speeches to mountains, rivers, grass and woods as a martyr would
Finally, he makes up his mind and pushes the sad autumn away
He urges her over and over: Take care!
They agree on what they will bring when they meet next year
－A teardrop, or a new wound
伊甸，原名曹富强。祖籍浙江黄岩。1953年出生于海宁长安镇，在桐乡农村长大。童年曾斫草喂羊，少年曾割稻拔秧，17岁进入海宁化肥厂当司炉工。1977年参加文革后第一次高考，录取于平湖师范学校。做过四年高中语文老师，三十年大学写作老师。现已从嘉兴学院退休。
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