诗歌翻译《加利福尼亚》

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《加利福尼亚》

作者：拉斐尔·坎波

翻译：石秀荣 2020/10/5周一

我曾经梦想在此居住

我在熟悉的小径上散步

小径通往我曾居住的看似光荣的城市

那个时候我这个年纪的男人们陆续死去

于是我学会了诊断艾滋病

我的梦想有些无法实现

有些已经变成了噩梦

穿过一片有鼠尾草的田地

那里几匹马在闲逛

我希望他们早已忘了我

因为他们是贵族

但他们踏着草哼着鼻子

以此提醒我他们从没原谅过我

我曾梦想有一天逃到旧金山

那时候我还在高中

个子高大肌肉发达

那些贵族马儿就像

曾经打败过我的杰克逊足球队

痛苦教会我记住事实

贵族们知道我不得不学习

我曾梦想和他们一样白皮肤

也梦想猛关柜子而不入监狱

有些噩梦成了现实

比如我的叔叔由于吸毒而入狱

我家人从不谈及这些

这让我意识到他们也深以为耻

正是那时起我开始梦想成为一名医生

能够逃离并给予自己新生

现在又看到了这个城市

我又想起了那些动物们

希望他们受到应有的惩罚

这个城市把触角伸向这些地方：

奥兰克、斯托克顿、圣拉斐尔、瓦列霍

我多么希望自己出生于那些地方

但事实并非如此

这个城市看起来和多年前一样

但我知道一定变化很大

因为我们中很多人已经死去

比如Rico，他是第一个接纳我的人

我们一起踢了足球吸支大麻

我记得我们谈论过梦想

但谁又能记住梦想呢？

我环顾四周

阳光就像你的手一样

温柔地抚摸着我的脸

此刻我深感荣耀

这就是原谅的感觉吧

California

  Rafael Campo

I  used to dream of living here. I hike   a trail I know that at the end opens    to  glorious views of the city I did   live in once, when men my age kept dying    while  I learned how to diagnose AIDS.   Some dreams don’t come true, and some dreams become    nightmares.  Across a field that smells of sage,   a few horses loiter. I want to think    that  they forgive me, since they’re noble creatures.   They stamp and snort, reminding me they know    nothing  of forgiveness. I used to dream   that someday I’d escape to San Francisco,    when  I was still in high school and I knew.   Tall and muscled, the horses are like the jocks    on  the football team who beat me once, as if pain   teaches truth and they knew I had to learn.    I  used to dream I was as white as them,   that I could slam my locker closed and not    think  of jail. Some nightmares come true,   like when my uncle got arrested for    cocaine.  My family never talked about it,   which made me realize they could also feel shame.    That’s  when I started dreaming I could be   a doctor someday, that I could get away,    prescribe  myself a new life. Right now, as   the city comes into view, I think of those    animals  and hope they got what they deserved.   The city stretches out its arms, its two bridges    to  Oakland, to Stockton, to San Rafael,   to Vallejo; places I could have been from    but  wasn’t. It looks just as it did   all those years ago. Yet I know it’s changed    because  so many of us died, like Rico,   who took me up here for the first time.    We  kicked a soccer ball around and smoked   a joint. I think we talked about our dreams,    but  who can remember dreams. I look out   and the sun like your hand on my face    is  warm, and for a moment I think this is   glorious, this is what forgiveness feels like.

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California

  Rafael Campo
I used to dream of living here. I hike
a trail I know that at the end opensto glorious views of the city I did
live in once, when men my age kept dyingwhile I learned how to diagnose AIDS.
Some dreams don’t come true, and some dreams becomenightmares. Across a field that smells of sage,
a few horses loiter. I want to thinkthat they forgive me, since they’re noble creatures.
They stamp and snort, reminding me they knownothing of forgiveness. I used to dream
that someday I’d escape to San Francisco,when I was still in high school and I knew.
Tall and muscled, the horses are like the jockson the football team who beat me once, as if pain
teaches truth and they knew I had to learn.I used to dream I was as white as them,
that I could slam my locker closed and notthink of jail. Some nightmares come true,
like when my uncle got arrested forcocaine. My family never talked about it,
which made me realize they could also feel shame.That’s when I started dreaming I could be
a doctor someday, that I could get away,prescribe myself a new life. Right now, as
the city comes into view, I think of thoseanimals and hope they got what they deserved.
The city stretches out its arms, its two bridgesto Oakland, to Stockton, to San Rafael,
to Vallejo; places I could have been frombut wasn’t. It looks just as it did
all those years ago. Yet I know it’s changedbecause so many of us died, like Rico,
who took me up here for the first time.We kicked a soccer ball around and smoked
a joint. I think we talked about our dreams,but who can remember dreams. I look out
and the sun like your hand on my faceis warm, and for a moment I think this is
glorious, this is what forgiveness feels like.

诗音敏儿

谢谢老师带来好文，辛苦了，周末愉快

清风荷韵

谢谢诗妹分享又一首翻译诗，细赏学习，辛苦，问候早安！

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宝子 发表于 2020-10-11 12:06
诗姐译文很好。你应该标注翻译人

我发的不就是我翻译的吗？

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宝子 发表于 2020-10-11 12:09
作者是积极的，末节看出他的坦然。写诗者，有责任带给人生活依然是美好的感觉。 ...

是，作者最后选择了原谅，也让自己放下了

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韩鲁珩 发表于 2020-10-11 18:04
我把英文附到译文下面，格式算是可以吧。

谢谢老师。昨天另一篇格式也屡次出现问题。所以一看译文格式对了，没敢再加上英语。

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韩鲁珩 发表于 2020-10-11 18:05
翻译的准确，诗味和诗意俱在。石头辛苦

谢谢老师鼓励，也谢谢老师督促我练习英语。虽然诗味不一定能译出来，但意思尽量准确。

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韩鲁珩 发表于 2020-10-12 01:02
提升，很好的一首翻译诗

老师还得抽空教教我格式的调整方法，原来交给我的方法，有时不管用，我尽量不麻烦别人，每次都试很多次

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清风荷韵 发表于 2020-10-12 05:51
谢谢诗妹分享又一首翻译诗，细赏学习，辛苦，问候早安！

姐姐辛苦。完成韩老师安排的任务而已，尽力准确翻译作者的意思，但原来没翻译过诗词，翻译水平不怎样

蓬草

翻译的很好，很自然。你是英文老师，又喜欢诗文，做这件事正合适。

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宝子 发表于 2020-10-12 16:37
是。像韩先生一样把翻译人的名字挂上去。

我还不大好意思，太显摆了吧？

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韩鲁珩 发表于 2020-10-13 04:47
感觉还是软件冲突，我也时而遇到类似问题

那怎么办？出现故障还得麻烦你们

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蓬草 发表于 2020-10-13 08:28
翻译的很好，很自然。你是英文老师，又喜欢诗文，做这件事正合适。

不大合适。我只喜欢好懂的诗词，或者不太难懂的。不好意思，水平有限，老师凑合着看看

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蓬草 发表于 2020-10-13 08:28
翻译的很好，很自然。你是英文老师，又喜欢诗文，做这件事正合适。

不过韩老师的任务，也得完成不是？韩老师也是怕我把英语忘了，我理解。只是翻译水平有限，又是不好理解的诗，有点为难

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韩鲁珩 发表于 2020-10-14 00:34
你认真仔细，不忽悠，翻译的准确严谨。

擅长忽悠的老师不忽悠了？