女巫

有很长时间　她躲在床单下

将那块蜡紧紧地贴着胸口

直到它温暖而柔软

然后她从床上爬起　忍着极大的痛楚

以耐心而柔情的手

刻出一个活生生的形象

她的心里一直携带着那个男人

雕塑完成　她将她的偶像抛进火中

加上一些葡萄藤　橄榄叶和橡树枝

这样它将被彻底吞噬

她感到那痛楚令她难以苟活

因为那咒语已经有效

于是她终于能放声号哭

　　　　　　　1946年3月23日于阿维利阿纳

　　　　The Witch

 　　　　　　　　英译者　Ruth Feldman 和 Brian Swann 

For a long time under the covers

She clasped the wax against her breast

Till it was soft and warm.

Then she got up, and with great pains

And with a patient loving hand,

Portrayed the living image

Of the man she carried in her heart.

When she was done, she threw the effigy on the fire

With leaves of grapevine, olive and oak,

So it would be consumed.

She felt herself dying from the pain

Because the spell had worked.

Only then could she cry.

　　　　　　　Avigliana, 23 March 1946

　　　　着陆

建造了码头的人是幸福的

他将大海和风暴置之身后

他的梦想要么已经死亡要么仍未出生

所以他坐在不莱梅的啤酒馆畅饮

身边有炉火　缄默而平静

如果像熄灭的火焰　那便是幸福的人

如果像河口的沙　那便是幸福的人

他已经卸下一切重负　洗净了前额

歇息在大路的一侧

不再有恐惧　没有任何愿望　不再希求

他只是凝目于那越发低沉的夕阳

　　　　　　　　　　　1964年9月10日

　　　　Landing

 　　　　　　　　英译者　Ruth Feldman 和 Brian Swann

Happy the man who has made harbor,

Who leaves behind him seas and storms,

Whose dreams are dead or never born,

And who sits and drinks in a Bremen beer-hall,

Beside the stove, in peace and quiet.

Happy the man like an extinguished flame,

Happy the man like estuary sand,

Who has laid down his load and wiped his forehead

And rests at the side of the road.

He fears nothing, hopes for nothing, expects nothing,

But stares fixedly at the setting sun.

　　　　　　　　　　　10 September 1964