給太空人的詩 Poem for The Astronauts

[Catherine Yen]

 

給太空人的詩  (Catherine Yen 譯)

 

像一隻被朝陽彩繪的野鴨

以速度模糊了他的翅膀

滑向他心靈震顫所知道唯一的土地

所以人類最真實的家是風

為他的呼吸而創造

他在深深的神秘中呼吸

 

新的星辰，蒼穹裡的姿容

聲音如此飽滿

如容器, 眼睛

尋找著空虛！

 

加拿大是松的香氣

我離開我的土地再回來

瞭解這些並成為加拿大人

要當個地球人我必須離開地球

什麼是地球?

草的低語？

 

狂爆的種子

懷著怖懼的喜悅

航行….

 

一個印地安人跑過沙漠

放一顆石頭在他的舌下

啜飲著唾液

他的皮膚記憶著他的所愛被千光

摸觸的手指

 

Poem for The Astronauts (by Canadian poet, Milton Acorn)

 

As a wild duck painted sunrise colors

blurs his wings with speed

to a land known only to his heart’s thrill

so man’s truest home is the wind

created of his breath

and he breathes deepest in mystery

 

New stars, Figures in the heavens

Voices, How full

must be the vessel, the eye

that searches emptiness!

 

Canada is the scent of pines

I left my land and returned

to know this and become Canadian.

To be an earthman I must leave Earth;

And what is Earth?

The whisper of grass?

 

Seeds turbulent

with fearful exultance

voyaging…

 

An Indian running the desert

kept a stone under his tongue

to drink the saliva, and

his skin remembered a thousand light touches

-fingers of his beloved