Michael Bullock (1918-) was born in London, England. He came to Canada in 1968 as a Commonwealth Fellow at the University of British Columbia, where he taught in the Creative Writing Department and retired in 1983 as Professor Emeritus. He is the author of forty volumes of poetry and fiction and two plays and has translated many books and plays from French, German and Italian. His poems and stories have been translated into many European and Oriental languages, including German, French, Estonian, Japanese, Punjabi and Chinese.

布迈恪 (1918-) 生于英国伦敦，1968年到加拿大的英属哥伦 比亚大学作研究，之后在创作系任教，1983年以荣誉教授衔退休。他是当代杰出的诗人作家之一，著有二十多本诗集、小说、剧本及翻译自法文、德文及意大利文的文学名著。他自己的诗及小说也被翻译成许多欧洲及东方的语言，包括中文、日文及韩文等。

诗人非马出版有十四本诗集 （除《秋窗 》是英文外，其它都是中文） 以及几本翻译，包括双语诗选《让盛宴开始──我喜爱的英文诗》。他还编选出版了几本台湾及中国现代诗选。他是前任伊利诺州诗人协会的会长，现居芝加哥。

William Marr (Fei Ma) is the author of fourteen books of poetry (all in his native Chinese language except Autumn Window which is in English) and several books of translations, including the bilingual anthology Let the Feast Begin—My Favorite English Poems.  He has also edited and published several anthologies of contemporary Taiwanese and Chinese poetry.  A longtime resident of Chicago, he served from 1993 to 1995 as the president of the Illinois State Poetry Society.

The following poems were translated from The Secret Garden, a limited edition published in 1990 by Ekstasis Editions, Victoria, B.C., Canada

1

该诗译自作者的限印本《神秘花园》。

1

At dusk the secret garden
is filled with the scent of passing
of things lost and forgotten
of names remembered
by a single person

Birds on the branches
moan in their sleep
dreaming of flights
they never took

Walking these solitary paths
I become entangled
in memory's
invisible spider's webs

Seeing the world
through the grey haze of their threads
I long for the distant hand
that could tear aside this veil

But dusk turns to darkness
the waters of night
drown everything in their flood

Only the star-flowers flicker
and nod their heads wisely
in the far-off garden of the sky

The moon
drops its silver on the pond
where orange carp
send shivers of blood
running through the water
			

黄昏时分的神秘花园
充满了前尘往事的
芳香
以及一个人记得的
众多名字

枝头的鸟儿
在睡眠中呻吟
梦见那些
它们未曾身历的飞行

走在这些幽径上
我陷入
看不见的
记忆的蛛网

透过迷离的灰丝
观看世界
我渴望一只来自远方的手
扯去这面纱

但黄昏转入黑暗
黑夜的洪流
将一切淹没

只有星花闪烁
在遥远的空中花园
睿智地点着头

月亮
将银光泻入池塘
那里橙色的鲤鱼
用血的颤动
震荡着水
			

3

3

In the summer garden
the buzzing of a bee
drowns the hum of a passing plane

In some secret corner
honey
distils its amber sweetness

as the garden opens its arms
to welcome the sun's long lances
			

在夏天的花园里
嗡嗡的蜂鸣
淹盖了一架过境飞机的隆隆声

在某个神秘的角落
蜂蜜
渗出了琥珀色调甜汁

当花园张开手臂
迎接太阳的长矛
			

4

4

The garden waits
watching through half-closed eyes
for some unforeseen event

a new flower springing up
in an empty bed

a fountain bursting forth
from a corner of the wall

the tall chestnut bending down
and sweeping the earth with its branches

Sitting beneath the lilac
I too wait with half-closed eyes
watching the garden
			

花园在等待
用半闭的眼睛注视
一些未可预知的事情

一朵鲜花
在一个空坛上绽开

一股泉水
从一个墙角喷出

高大的栗树俯下身去
用树枝扫地

坐在紫丁香花下
我也半闭着眼等待
注视着花园
			

5

5

The garden pond
draws me
a mirror
full of beckoning hands

Beneath the surface
pondweed
twists its green rope
into a fatal noose
			

园中的池塘
吸引我
一面镜子
充满招呼的手

池面下
池藻
把绿色的绳子绞成
一个要命的结
			

6

6

The crunching of the gravel
beneath my feet
is the voice of the buried
deep in the earth

They whisper of the distant
lost and vanished past
calling up visions
of an earlier world

Behind closed lids
I see hideous scenes
of rapine and conflict
between men and beasts

Unwillingly
I walk into this world 
as though into a mirror
leaving behind me

no way of escape
			

沙砾叽哩咕噜
在我脚底下
是被埋者在泥土深处
所发出的声音

他们喁喁低语着
失落的遥远的过去
唤起了
前世的幻影

自闭起的眼睑后面
我见到了一幕幕恐怖的场面
人与兽间的
强掠与争斗

勉强地
我走进这世界
有如走进一面镜子
在我身后

无路可遁
			

10

10

Perched on a branch
the last rose
a bird
poised for flight
into fall
			

栖息枝上
最后的一朵玫瑰
一只鸟
摆出飞向秋天的
姿势
			

11

11

In the lonely silence of an autumn afternoon
the garden lies still and self-absorbed

A petal from the last rose sinks to earth
and lies like an abandoned love-letter

left in the attic of an empty house
Death walks the pathways on soundless feet

spreading around it a dim foreboding
claiming the garden as its private kingdom

Only the purple brilliance of the fuchsias
trumpets defiance to death's dominion

A red geranium glows
with the brightness of spilled blood
			

在一个秋日午后的寂静里
花园一动不动地躺着出神

一片花瓣自最后的玫瑰跌落地面
躺着象一封被遗弃的情书

留在一间空屋的阁楼上
死神无声的脚在小径上行走

在他四周散布阴森的凶兆
宣称花园是他私有的王国

只有晚樱紫色的绚烂
鼓吹反抗死亡的统辖

一朵天竺葵红光焕发
鲜艳的有如溅血
			

15

15

Black winter branches
pierce the dove-grey sky

A shower of feathers falls
blankets the world in white

The garden falls asleep
beneath its glistening pall
			

冬天的黑枝
戳刺鸽灰的天空

一阵羽毛降落
把大地罩白

花园在它的柩盖下
沉沉睡去
			

16

16

The garden has folded itself away for the winter
reduced to an insignificant parcel

on which I turn my back and walk away
in search of the garden of eternal summer
			

花园把自己卷起来过冬
变成一个无足轻重的包裹

我于是转身走开
继续寻找永夏的花园