我很喜歡這首。

呼喊

——西蒙·阿米蒂奇（英國(guó)）/ 舒丹丹譯

我們走出去，

一同走到學(xué)校操場(chǎng)，我和那個(gè)男孩，

他的名字和臉

我已經(jīng)記不得了。我們?cè)跍y(cè)試

人類聲音的幅度：

他必須拼命呼喊，

我必須舉起一只手臂，

從分隔線對(duì)面示意

聲音已經(jīng)接收。

他呼喊，從公園對(duì)面——我舉起一只手臂。

飛越邊際，

他呼喊，從路的盡頭，

從山腳下，

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我舉起一只手臂。

他離開(kāi)小鎮(zhèn)，繼續(xù)走，直到死去二十年，

嘴巴上顎

有個(gè)彈孔，在西澳大利亞。

名字和臉我已記不得的男孩，

現(xiàn)在你可以停止呼喊，我仍能聽(tīng)到你。

The Shout

Simon Armitage

We went out

into the school yard together, me and the boy

whose name and face

I don’t remember. We were testing the range

of the human voice:

he had to shout for all he was worth,

I had to raise an arm

from across the divide to signal back

that the sound had carried.

He called from over the park – I lifted an arm.

Out of bounds,

He yelled from the end of the road,

from the foot of the hill,

from beyond the look-out post of Fretwell’s Farm -

I lifted an arm.

He left town, went on to be twenty years dead

with a gunshot hole

in the roof of his mouth, in Western Australia.

Boy with the name and face I don’t remember,

you can stop shouting now, I can still hear you.