奥登“逃亡蓝调”

冰镐破冰湖 2019-06-11 07:35:44

逃亡蓝调 

据说这个城市有一千万人口,
有的住在大厦,有的住在鄙陋的小楼;
可是我们没有一席之地,亲爱的,我们没有一席之地。

我们曾有过一个祖国,我们觉得它相当好,
打开地图你就会把它找到;
现在我们可无法去,亲爱的,现在我们可无法去。

在乡村教堂的墓地有一棵老水松,
每一年春天它都开得茂盛:
旧护照可办不到,亲爱的,旧护照可办不到。

领事官拍了一下桌子说道,
“如果你得不到护照,对官方说你就是死了;”
但是我们还活着,亲爱的,但是我们还活着。

去到一个委员会,他们要我坐下;
有礼貌地告诉我明年再来找它;
但我们今天到哪儿去,亲爱的,但我们今天到哪儿去?

参加一个集会;演说人站起来说道:
“要是收容他们,他们将偷去我们的面包;”
他指的是你和我呀,亲爱的,他指的是你和我。

我想我听到了天空中一片雷响,
那是希特勒驰过欧洲,说:“他们必须死亡;”
噢,我们是在他心上,亲爱的,我们是在他心上。

看到一只狮子狗裹着短袄,别着别针,
看到门儿打开,让一只猫走进门;
但他们不是德国犹太人,亲爱的,但他们不是德国犹太人。

走到码头边,站在那里面对着水流,
看见鱼儿游泳,仿佛牠们很自由;
只不过十呎相隔,亲爱的,只不过十尺相隔。

走过一座树林,看见小鸟在树上,
牠们没有政客,自在逍遥地歌唱;
牠们并不是人类,亲爱的,它们并不是人类。

在梦中我看见一座千层高的楼
它有一千个窗户和一千个门口;
却没有一个是我们的,亲爱的,却没有一个是我们的。

站在一个大平原上,雪花在纷飞,
一万个士兵操练着,走去又走回;
他们在寻找你和我,亲爱的,他们在寻找你和我。
(查良铮 译)


题注:这首诗是写从希特勒纳粹德国逃出的难民的遭遇。


《流民图》,蒋兆和作


Refugee Blues
                     by W H Auden

Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew;
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.

The consul banged the table and said:
'If you've got no passport, you're officially dead';
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go today, my dear, but where shall we go today?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said:
'If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread';
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying: 'They must die';
We were in his mind, my dear, we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors;
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.


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