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原 Shakespeare Notes 莎士比亞等英文文豪的筆記

2020年4月4日 星期六

鄭政恆: 英文詩的抒情傳統,漢譯英詩略探

星期日文學‧英文詩的抒情傳統,漢譯英詩略探


【明報專訊】如今是疫症大流行時期,如非必要,大家足不出戶,讀書確是活動首選。除了可以看一些比較厚的書,也可以比較有系統地讀書。
最近,由於台灣詩人楊牧去世,找來他的許多詩集、散文集、評論集以至翻譯作品,其中一本書可能比較少人提及,就是他編譯的《英詩漢譯集》(二○○七),然而,筆者另有文章回顧楊牧的文學生涯,在此就不再探討楊牧了,而是並讀幾種英詩漢譯的選集。
關於英詩漢譯,有不少討論話題,例如嚴復翻譯的赫胥黎(Thomas Henry Huxley)《天演論》(Evolution and Ethics)中,有蒲伯(Alexander Pope)和丁尼生(Alfred Tennyson)的詩作片段;又例如拜倫(Lord Byron)的《哀希臘》(The Isles of Greece)有多種中譯本等等,甚至還有許多關於格律和技術的討論。這些都不是本文撰寫的目的,在此只是簡要地回顧一些英詩漢譯,尤其是十九世紀的浪漫主義英詩。

英詩選譯四種

由於許多英詩的用語,跟現在日常的英文用語,相距遙遠,故參考漢譯本帶來許多方便。我手邊就有幾種當代的重要譯本,按出版時序,首先是卞之琳的《英國詩選》,此書原是一九八三年由湖南人民出版社出版(附波德萊爾至蘇佩維埃爾的法國詩十二首),但通行的是一九九六年商務印書館的英漢對照本。
第二本是王佐良主編的《英國詩選》,一九八八年上海譯文出版社出版,這是多人合譯的詩選,其後多次重印,此書為王佐良的《英國詩史》(一九九三)打下十分穩健的基礎。
第三是孫大雨的《英詩選譯集》,一九九九年上海外語教育出版社出版,但我手頭的是二○一四年上海三聯的英漢對照精裝本。
最後的第四本是楊牧的《英詩漢譯集》,也是英漢對照。換言之,除了王佐良主編的《英國詩選》,其他三種都是個人譯集,而且有原文可以參照。另外,以上四人,恰好都是詩人。

從古英詩到近代英詩

據王佐良簡單介紹,英國詩史分為古英語(Old English,五至十二世紀)、中古英語(Middle English,十二至十五世紀)和近代英語(Modern English,十五世紀至今)三期。卞之琳的《英國詩選》,由莎士比亞的十四行詩開始,換言之,此書只有近代英語一期的作品。
孫大雨《英詩選譯集》的詩人和作品名稱漢譯,以稀奇古怪見稱,孫大雨的《英詩選譯集》由喬弗雷.趫颼的《康透裒壘故事詩集.序詩》開始,看看左邊的英文部分,原來是Geoffrey Chaucer(喬叟)的The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue(《坎特伯雷傳奇集•序詩》)。《坎特伯雷傳奇集》以中古英語寫成,所以此書沒有古英語詩。
至於王佐良主編的《英國詩選》和楊牧的《英詩漢譯集》,都選錄了《貝奧武夫》(Beowulf)一段,所以都有古英詩。
卞之琳、孫大雨、楊牧都翻譯過莎劇,孫大雨譯了八種,卞之琳譯的悲劇四種堪為經典,楊牧只譯了《暴風雨》(The Tempest),而他們的英詩漢譯集,都留下相當篇幅給莎士比亞。

從及時行樂到墓畔哀歌

本文不是談莎劇,我們且以近代英詩為閱讀對象。
近代英國詩歌從莎士比亞出發,經歷了十七世紀的玄學詩(metaphysical poetry),以約翰多恩(John Donne)和馬服爾(Andrew Marvell)等為中心人物。多恩名作A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning詩題,楊牧譯為《遣悲懷留別》,刻意附會唐代元稹的悼亡詩《遣悲懷三首》。多恩詩作以圓規兩腳比喻夫妻別離,如今看來還是高明。
馬服爾名作To His Coy Mistress,楊牧譯為《詩贈羞澀女友》,還記得楊牧在〈驚識杜秋娘〉一文,從杜秋娘的《金縷衣》(勸君莫惜金縷衣,勸君惜取少年時。花開堪折直須折,莫待無花空折枝。)轉入十七世紀英國詩人赫里克(Robert Herrick)的名詩《詩示處女且以喜樂》(To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time),卒之收結於馬服爾的《詩贈羞澀女友》。
這三首詩作都是勸人及時行樂,活在當下(carpe diem),《詩贈羞澀女友》有楊周翰、卞之琳、楊牧三種譯本,詩中尤其著名的是以下兩句:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
他們三人的譯筆各有高低,以下是卞之琳譯筆:

墳墓是好地方,沒有人打擾,

可是也沒有人在那裏擁抱。

卞之琳求精簡,刪去「我想」(I think),楊牧則求突出命題,在擁抱後加上原詩沒有的「相愛」。楊周翰的譯筆收於王佐良主編的《英國詩選》,相對累贅一點,詩味稍減:

墳墓固然是很隱密的去處,也很好,

但是我看誰也沒在那兒擁抱。

在十七世紀,大詩人彌爾頓(John Milton)的史詩《失樂園》(Paradise Lost),再攀詩藝高峰。十八世紀是以蒲伯為首的古典主義,向浪漫主義過渡,先聲就是葛雷(Thomas Gray)的名作Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard,郭沫若和卞之琳譯為《墓畔哀歌》,而楊牧譯為《悲歌在鄉村墓園作》,更為對題。
《悲歌在鄉村墓園作》有說是首屈一指的英詩,王佐良的《英國詩史》引用卞之琳的譯筆:

那邊有一棵婆娑的山毛櫸老樹,

樹底下隆起的老根盤錯在一起,

他常常在那裏懶躺過一個中午,

悉心看旁邊一道涓涓的小溪。

他轉遊到林邊,有時候笑裏帶嘲,

念念有詞,發他的奇談怪論,

有時候垂頭喪氣,像無依無靠,

像憂心忡忡或者像情場失意。

王佐良說:「詩歌的局面擴展了,一種新的悲愁加強了原有的墓地哀詩,因為這個詩人是一個失意青年,一個漫遊者,一個畸零人……一個浪漫詩人的形象出現了,他已經在尋找什麼,追求什麼,他與下一世紀的追求者——華茲華斯、雪萊、濟慈——的差別只在他還不清楚他追求的具體目標。」
然而,孫大雨對卞之琳《墓畔哀歌》的譯筆,多有微詞。孫大雨在〈略談英詩中譯的藝術——評《新譯英國名詩三篇》舉例〉一文中,就指出引詩中第四行「悉心看」(pore upon)用意太重,應作「凝視着」或「目注着」(楊牧譯為「對着……沉思」)。孫大雨又說「念念有詞,發他的奇談怪論」(muttering his wayward fancies he would rove)一句語氣不當,孫大雨譯為「邊走邊低聲哼他古怪的幻想」,楊牧就譯為「喃喃自語且隨不定的幻想躑躅」,比較有詩的味道。
〈略談英詩中譯的藝術——評《新譯英國名詩三篇》舉例〉一文刊出後,從商務版的《英國詩選》所見,卞之琳似乎並無採納孫大雨的意見並作更動,而孫大雨的看法有些確是吹毛求疵。

浪漫主義詩人:革命時代,美的探尋

布雷克(William Blake)和彭斯(Robert Burns),是英國浪漫主義詩歌的先驅,布雷克是印刷匠,彭斯是蘇格蘭農民。布雷克的名詩《老虎》(The Tyger)是《經驗之歌》(Songs of Experience)其中一首,有徐志摩、郭沫若、卞之琳和楊牧的譯筆,王佐良視這首詩為「一個身處風聲鶴唳的倫敦的手工匠人對於英吉利海峽對岸的法國革命者所擁有的革命暴力的頌歌」。
《老虎》是一首頗為抽象的詩作,這首詩可以與《天真之歌》(Songs of Innocence)的《羔羊》(The Lamb)對讀。老虎與羔羊同為造物主所創造,老虎相對上表達出原始的力量、驚人的勻稱。當然,從時代歷程的角度看,《經驗之歌》出版於一七九四年,當時法國大革命正處於恐怖時代,革命正值風起雲湧,布雷克在天真與經驗的二元論人生思考以外,或許有政治上的關注。
湖畔詩人華茲華斯(William Wordsworth)和柯爾律治(Samuel Taylor Coleridge),都是浪漫主義詩人,但聞名天下的浪漫主義詩人,還數拜倫、雪萊(Percy Bysshe Shelley)和濟慈(John Keats)。
拜倫的代表作是諷刺長詩《唐璜》(Don Juan),而《哀希臘》就是《唐璜》的第三章的一部分。此詩有梁啟超、馬君武、蘇曼殊、胡適、聞一多、查良錚、卞之琳、楊德豫、孫大雨等多種譯本,重要的是《哀希臘》鼓舞了民族精神,視「本土的利劍,本土的士兵,是衝鋒陷陣的唯一希望」,「奴隸國不能是我的家鄉」。拜倫不單賦詩,他坐言起行,參加希臘獨立戰爭,並卒於希臘。
雪萊和拜倫是朋友,曾同住於日內瓦湖畔,而不論任何詩選,都必然收錄雪萊的《西風頌》(Ode to the West Wind),此詩恰恰是二百年前的一八二○年發表,呼應一八一九年的彼得盧屠殺。我在散文〈窩打老道,彼得盧道〉中談及事件的發生過程:「一八一九年,英國曼徹斯特聖彼得廣場,有大概八萬人要求議會政治制度改革,曼徹斯特義勇軍卻血腥鎮壓。由於《曼徹斯特觀察家報》(Manchester Observer)的頭條,將鎮壓命名為彼得盧,以滑鐵盧戰役之名,諷刺當日騎兵大開殺戒。所以一八一九年的曼徹斯特鎮壓事件,史稱『彼得盧屠殺』(Peterloo Massacre)。」(全文收於香港文學館主編的《我香港,我街道》)
雪萊的《西風頌》,以西風作為意象,代表了變化和革命,詩作最後一句:If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?曾為許多人帶來鼓舞。孫大雨的譯筆比較典雅,帶點樂府遺風:「寒冬既已至,陽春怎麼能長迢遙?」其實,楊牧的譯筆也偶爾古雅,如另一雪萊名作《致——》(To—),最後兩句And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, / Love itself shall slumber on,楊牧譯為:「所以我心中有你,自君之出矣,愛持續在夢鄉。」「自君之出矣」令人想到樂府歌辭舊題,而孫大雨更向《詩經.周南.關雎》取材:「所以,縈念你的思想,你雖去,眷戀將寤寐反側地去凝聚。」
濟慈以五大頌詩聞名,卞之琳的《英國詩選》僅有《希臘古瓶頌》(Ode on a Grecian Urn),這首詩收結的兩句如下:

 「美即是真,真即是美」,——這就是

  你們在地上所知和須知的一切。

濟慈透過對古瓶的頌詩,探索永遠長存的美,而詩作獨特的是,最終古瓶引詩人越出了塵慮,並向詩人申說以上這番話,《希臘古瓶頌》恰恰以詩藝展現出美的本義。

楊牧的散文與《英詩漢譯集》

楊牧的《英詩漢譯集》有濟慈五大頌詩中其中四首(余光中的《濟慈名著譯述》有全譯),《夜鶯頌》(Ode to a Nightingale)是濟慈代表作。多年前看楊牧散文集《搜索者》,已見《夜鶯頌》的譯詩,《英詩漢譯集》的譯文略有變化,但也不妨從楊牧的散文〈科學與夜鶯〉,進入濟慈的詩作。
十九世紀初浪漫主義詩歌的風潮稍退,英國維多利亞時代詩人冒起,勃朗寧(Robert Browning)和丁尼生是兩大詩人。
勃朗寧的《域外思鄉》(Home Thoughts, from Abroad)、《夜聚》(Meeting at Night)和《晨散》(Parting at Morning)都相當著名。翻閱楊牧的文學自傳《奇萊後書》,散文〈雨在西班牙〉寫早年在東海大學讀書,老師英國人夏培特太太在課室裏,朗誦勃朗寧旅次歐洲大陸寫下的Home Thoughts, from Abroad,而夏培特夫婦負有傳教士的任務,在台灣教英文。楊牧說:「這是記憶裏第一首英詩。」
一九六三年,楊牧畢業於東海大學外文系,翌年到愛荷華大學(The University of Iowa)詩創作班,《奇萊後書》中有〈愛荷華〉一文,提及在創作班中,曾於英文系選修一年古英文,而楊牧一直保持古英文和中古英文的修養,在楊牧的年表中,他最後出版的一本書,就是中古英詩《甲溫與綠騎俠傳奇》(Sir Gawain and the Green Knight),《英詩漢譯集》也有選段。
楊牧的《英詩漢譯集》引言,說明英詩的源流和詩體,重點是以十四行詩(sonnet)和謳歌體(ode)為英詩的抒情傳統的形式,楊牧探討的是與敘事詩、戲劇詩鼎足而三的抒情詩,但他選用「抒情傳統」一語,令人想到楊牧在柏克萊加州大學(University of California, Berkeley)的老師陳世驤。陳世驤曾經宣稱「中國文學傳統從整體而言就是一個抒情傳統」(詳參陳國球《抒情中國論》)。
楊牧以抒情傳統論英詩,不是正好呼應錢鍾書的名言「東海西海,心理攸同」,兼且遙憶逝去的老師嗎?

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2020年3月12日 星期四

兩裂葉銀杏

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THE SUBLIME TYPE. 崇高的形象

Hanching Chung
2019年3月12日上午10:52 · 
THE SUBLIME TYPE.
THE sun, whom Grecians Helios call,
His heavenly path with pride doth tread,
And, to subdue the world’s wide all,
Looks round, beneath him, high o’er head.
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He sees the fairest goddess pine,
Heaven’s child, the daughter of the clouds,—
For her alone he seems to shine;
In trembling grief his form he shrouds,
Careless for all the realms of bliss,—
Her streaming tears more swiftly flow:
For every pearl he gives a kiss,
And changeth into joy her woe.
She gazeth upward fixedly,
And deeply feels his glance of might,
While, stamp’d with his own effigy,
Each pearl would range itself aright.
Thus wreath’d with bows, with hues thus grac’d,
With gladness beams her face so fair,
While he, to meet her, maketh haste,
And yet, alas! can reach her ne’er.
So, by the harsh decree of Fate,
Thou movest from me, dearest one;
And were I Helios e’en, the Great,
What would avail his chariot-throne?

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2020年2月28日 星期五

Rainer Maria Rilke - For Wolf Graf von Kalckreuth. Who talks of victory? To endure is all.




Rainer Maria Rilke - For Wolf Graf von Kalckreuth

Can I have never seen you? For my heart
feels you like some too-burdensome beginning
one still defers. Oh, could I but begin
to tell of you, dead that you are, you gladly,
you passionately dead. And was it so
alleviating as you supposed, or was
no-more-alive still far from being-dead?
You thought you could possess things better there
where none care for possessions. You supposed
that over there you'd be inside the landscape
that here closed up before you like a picture,
would enter the beloved from within
and penetrate through all things, strong and wheeling.
Oh, that you may not have too long had cause
to tax your boyish error with deception!
Loosened within that rush of melancholy,
ecstatically and only half-aware,
may you, in motion round the distant stars,
have found the happiness that you transposed
from here into that being-dead you dreamt of.
How near you were to it, dear friend, even here.
How much it was at home here, what you purposed,
the earnest joy of your so strenuous longing.
When, tired of being happy and unhappy,
you mined into yourself and painfully
climbed with an insight, almost breaking down
under the weight of dark discovery:
you carried what you never recognized,
you carried joy, you carried through your blood
your little saviour's burden to the shore.
  Why did you not wait till the difficult
gets quite unbearable: until it turns,
and is so difficult because so real?
That was perhaps your next allotted moment;
it may perhaps have been already trimming
its garland at the door you slammed for ever.
  Oh that percussion, how it penetrates,
when somewhere, through impatience's sharp draught,
something wide open shuts and locks itself!
Who can deny on oath that in the earth
a crack goes springing through the healthy seeds?
Who has investigated if tame beasts
are not convulsed with sudden lust for killing
when that jerk shoots like lightning through their brains?
Who can deduce the influence leaping out
from actions to some near-by terminal?
Who can conduct where everything's conductive?
  The fact that you destroyed. That this must be
related of you till the end of time.
Even if a hero's coming, who shall tear
meaning we take to be the face of things
off like a mask and in a restless rage
reveal us faces whose mute eyes have long
been gazing at us through dissembling holes:
this is sheer face and will not be transfigured:
that you destroyed. For blocks were lying there,
and in the air already was the rhythm
of some now scarce repressible construction.
You walked around and did not see their order,
one hid the other from you; each of them
seemed to be rooted, when in passing by
you tried at it, with no real confidence
that you could lift it. And in desperation
you lifted every one of them, but only
to sling them back into the gaping quarry
wherein, being so distended by your heart,
they would no longer fit. Had but a woman
laid her light hand on the still mild beginning
of this dark rage; had someone occupied,
occupied in the inmost of his being,
but quietly met you on your dumb departure
to do this deed; had even something led you
to take your journey past some wakeful workshop
where men were hammering and day achieving
simple reality; had there been room
enough in your full gaze to let the image
even of a toiling beetle find admittance:
then, in a sudden flash of intuition,
you would have read that script whose characters
you'd slowly graved into yourself since childhood,
trying from time to time whether a sentence
might not be formed: alas, it seemed unmeaning. 
I know; I know: you lay in front and thumbed
away the grooves, like someone feeling out
the insciption on a grave-stone. Anything
that seemed to give a light you held as lamp
before those letters; but the flame went out
before you'd understood - your breath, perhaps,
perhaps the trembling of your hand; perhaps 
just of its own accord, as flames will do.
You never read it. And we do not dare
to read through all the sorrow and the distance.

  We only watch the poems that still climb,
still cross, the inclination of your feeling, 
carrying the words that you had chosen. No,
you did not choose all; often a beginning
was given you in full, and you'd repeat it
like some commission. And you thought it sad.
Ah, would you had never heard it from yourself!
Your angel sounds on, uttering the same
text with a different accent, and rejoicing
breaks out in me to hear his recitation,
rejoicing over you: for this was yours:
that from you every proffered love fell back,
that you had recognized renunciation
as price of seeing and in death your progress.
This was what you possessed, you artist, these
three open moulds. Look, here is the casting
from the first: space for your feeling; and look, there,
from the second I'll strike out for you the gaze
that craves for nothing, the great artist's gaze;
and in the third, which you yourself broke up
too soon, and which as yet the first outrushing
of quivering feed from the white-heated heart
had scarce had time to reach, a death was moulded,
deepened by genuine labour, that own death
which has such need of us because we live it,
and which we're nowhere nearer to than here.
  All this was your possession and your friendship;
as you yourself often divined; but then
the hollowness of those moulds frightened you,
you groped within and drew up emptiness
and mourned your lot. - O ancient curse of poets!
Being sorry for themselves instead of saying,
for ever passing judgement on their feeling
instead of shaping it; for ever thinking
that what is sad or joyful in themselves
is what they know and what in poems may fitly
be mourned or celebrated. Invalids,
using a language full of woefulness
to tell us where it hurts, instead of sternly
transmuting into words those selves of theirs,
as imperturbable cathedral carvers
transposed themselves into the constant stone.
  That would have been salvation. Had you once
perceived how fate may pass into a verse
and not come back, how, once in, it turns image,
nothing but image, but an ancestor,
who sometimes, when you watch him in his frame,
seems to be like you and again not like you: -
you would have persevered.

                           But this is petty,
thinking of what was not. And some appearance
of undeserved reproach in these comparings.
Whatever happens has had such a start
of our supposing that we never catch it,
never experience what it really looked like.
  Don't be ashamed, when the dead brush against you,
those other dead, who held out to the end.
(What, after all, does end mean?) Exchange glances
peacefully with them, as is customary,
and have no fear of being conspicuous
through carrying the burden of our grief.
The big words from those ages when as yet
happening was visible are not for us.
Who talks of victory? To endure is all.

何言胜利✌️?挺住便意味着一切!

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2020年2月23日 星期日

"Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit." —John Keats


"Life is but a day;
A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way
From a tree’s summit."
—John Keats
"Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit." —John Keats, 2020年元月底,因中國疫情,寫過約10篇 "華麗與脆弱的中國"。 ...
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"Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit." —John Keats, 2020年元月底,因中國疫情,寫過約10篇 "華麗與脆弱的中國"。 ...
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2020年2月18日 星期二

Michelangelo

Michelangelo died #onthisday in 1564.
The artist was often referred to as ‘Il Divino’, meaning the divine one.



"Dear to me is sleep; still more to sleep
in stone while harm and shame persist;
not to see, not to feel, is bliss;
speak softly, do not wake me, do not weep." - 'Caro m'è 'l sonno'
Michelangelo died #OTD 1564.


"Dear to me is sleep; still more to sleep in stone while harm and shame persist; not to see, not to feel, is bliss; speak softly, do not ...

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Michelangelo. Complete Works;Michelangelo: The Complete Sculpture, Painting, Architecture
"Dear to me is sleep; still more to sleep in stone while harm and shame persist; not to see, not…
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The Bridge: To Brooklyn Bridge by Hart Crane

The Great Bridge: The Epic Story of the Building of the Brooklyn Bridge BY David McCullough’s History Lessons《杜魯門》(Truman ,1992).The Bridge: To Brooklyn Bridge by Hart Crane.

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From The Bridge: To Brooklyn Bridge by Hart Crane | Poetry ...
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As though the sun took step of thee yet left. Some motion ever unspent in thy stride,—. Implicitly thy freedom staying thee! Out of some subway scuttle, cell or loft. A bedlamite speeds to thy parapets,. Tilting there momently, shrill shirt ballooning ...


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The Bridge, first published in 1930 by the Black Sun Press, is Hart Crane's first, and only, attempt at a long poem. (Its primary status as either an epic or a series of lyrical poems remains contested; recent criticism tends to read it as a hybrid, ...
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