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第78章 西风颂

Ode to the West Wind

[英国] 波西·比希·雪莱 Percy Bysshe Shelley

作者简介

波西·比希·雪莱Percy Bysshe Shelley(1792-1822),19世纪前期与拜伦齐名的杰出的英国浪漫主义诗人。抒情诗《西风颂》《致云雀》,诗剧《解放了的普罗米修斯》以及论著《诗辩》均是他为世人历代传诵的佳作。雪莱为支持英国人民抗议运动而写的某些诗歌中的名句,后来成为劳工运动如宪章运动中传颂的歌词。

雪莱一生追求真理,他的诗歌洋溢着乐观主义精神,充满战斗的激情和辛辣的讽刺,谴责统治阶级的罪恶和社会的不平等,号召人民为争取自由解放而斗争。他崇尚博大、至真至纯的爱,他的爱情诗别具一格,蕴含着浓厚的感情和人生哲理,被誉为“哲学家式的恋人”。

啊,狂野的西风,你这秋日生命的气息,

你没有形体,却把一切枯叶横扫,

犹如巫师吓得鬼魅纷纷溃离,

褐黄,墨黑,棕灰,与猩红,

一群群染满了瘟疫:哦,是你——

驾车把生翼的幼种,向黑暗的冬床遣送,

让它们躺在那儿,寒冷而低迷,

个个如同坟墓中的尸体,直到

你那碧蓝的春姑娘向着睡梦中的大地

吹响她的号角(吹拂着幼嫩的芽蕾,

犹如牛群羊群在空中觅食),

让山峦与原野充满鲜活的色彩和芳菲:

狂野的精灵,你四处游荡,

是摧残者,也是捍卫者;听啊,听!

你乘着气流,穿过高空的一片混乱,

浮云被扯散,像大地上的枯叶一般,

挣脱天空和海洋交错的树干,

成为雷雨和闪电的使者:洒落在

你波涛汹涌的碧蓝海面,

犹如盛怒的狂女飘散开来

耀眼的蓬发,从遥远而朦胧的地平线边缘,

一直飘到天穹顶端,

那步步逼近的暴风雨的锁链。

你唱着垂死前的挽歌,而这厚重的黑夜

将是那巨大陵墓的穹顶,

那里你的千钧之力正在聚集,

从你那浑然的气势中,将迸涌

黑色的雨,迸涌火焰,迸涌冰雹:啊,听!

你把那蓝色的地中海,

从夏日之梦中唤醒,他在这里

被澄澈的水流拍打入睡,

在巴亚海湾的浮石岛边,

梦见了古老的宫殿和尖塔,

在水光日影中摇颤,

遍地的青苔,遍地的花朵

芳香醉人,这感觉却无法描绘!

为了让路给你,大西洋的汹涌波涛

轰然开裂,而那大洋深处,

海底的花卉和泥染的林木,

枝叶寥寥,已然干枯,

听闻你的声音,他们顿时惊恐失色,

颤抖中花枝零落:啊,听!

如果我是枯叶,你会将我举起;

如果我是流云,我就与你共舞;

如果我是浪花,在你的威力下喘息,

分享着你强健的脉搏,只是自由

稍逊于你,哦,不受羁绊的你!

如果我青春年少,便可太空遨游,

并与你为伴。那时,若超过

你飞速的步伐,也算不得奇迹,

我也不至如现在这般焦灼,

苦苦乞求。哦,请把我托起,

像海浪,像落叶,像浮云一样,将我托起!

我跌落于生活的荆棘,鲜血淋漓!

这被岁月的重负羁绊压制的灵魂,

竟与你这般相像:高傲、机敏、桀骜不驯。

让我做你的竖琴吧,如同那树林:

哪怕如它一样枝叶凋尽!

你定能奏起恢弘激昂之音,

凭借我和树林深沉的秋之意蕴:

悲怆中却包含着甜蜜。愿我成为你,愿你强悍的精神

化为我的灵魂!愿我成为你,和你一样地强劲!

把我僵死的思想扫出这宇宙,

如同凋零的枝叶催发新的生命,

让我这诗歌的诅咒,

如同火塘里飞出的火星,

尚未熄灭,把我的话传遍人间,

让预言的号角在我唇间奏鸣,

吹向那沉睡的大地!哦,西风,

如果冬天来了,春天还会远吗?

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o’er the dreaming earth, and fill

(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)

With living hues and odours plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Destroyer and Preserver; hear, oh, hear!

II

Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky’s commotion,

Loose clouds like earth’s decaying leaves are shed,

Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,

Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread

On the blue surface of thine aery surge,

Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge

Of the horizon to the zenith’s height,

The locks of the approaching storm, Thou dirge

Of the dying year, to which this closing night

Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,

Vaulted with all thy congregated might

Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere

Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!

III

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams

The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,

Beside a Pumice Isle in Baiae’s bay,

And saw in sleep old palaces and towers

Quivering within the wave’s intenser day,

All overgrown with azure moss and flowers

So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou

For whose path the Atlantic’s level powers

Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below

The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear

The sapless foliage of the ocean, know

Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,

And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!

IV

If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;

If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;

A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share

The impulse of thy strength, only less free

Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even

I were as in my boyhood, and could be

The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,

As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed

Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne’er have striven

As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.

Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed

One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:

What if my leaves are falling like its own!

The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,

Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,

My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe

Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!

And, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth

Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!

Be through my lips to unawakened earth

The trumpet of a prophecy! O,Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

作品赏析

诗人感情真挚的颂歌展现了秋季的风采,它不仅可以如暴风雨般横扫大地,打落黄叶,同时也可以成为孕育新生命的温床。而后,诗人又将自己比作一片落叶、一抹飘云、一朵浪花,渴望随秋风而飘动,却又因看到生活的凶险而倍感绝望。诗的最后一句:“如果冬天来了,春天还会远吗?”成为脍炙人口的名句,被无数人传诵!