January Wind翻译鉴赏.doc

January Wind翻译鉴赏2007-12-19 22:06:52|分类： 默认分类 |标签： |字号大中小订阅 The January wind has a hundred voices. it can scream, it can bellow, it can whisper, it can sing a lullaby. It can roar through the leafless oaks and shout down the hillside, and it can murmur in the white pines rooted among the granite ledges where lichen makes strange hieroglyphics. it can whistle down a chimney and set the hearth-flames to dancing. On a sunny day it can pause in a sheltered spot and breathe a promise of spring and violets. in the cold of a lovely night it can rattle the sash and stay there muttering of ice and snowbanks and deep-frozen ponds. Sometimes the January wind seems to come from the farthest star in the outer darkness, so remote and so impersonal is the voice. that is the wind of January dawn, in the half-light that trembles between day and night. Its a wind that merely quivers the trees, its force sensed but not seen, a force that might almost hold back the day if it were so directed. Then the east brightens, and the wind relaxes-the star, its source, grow dim.And sometimes the January wind is so intimate that you know it can only come from the nearest hill, a little wind that plays with leaves and puffs at chimney smoke and whistles like a little boy with puckered lips. It make the little cedar trees quiver, as with delight. it shadowboxes with the weather-vane it tweaks an ear, and whispers laughing words about crocuses and daffodils, and nips the nose and danced off.But you never know, until you hear its voice, which wind is here today. or more important, which will be here tomorrow. 一月的风(诗歌版)一月的风有百种声音。他时而尖叫，时而咆哮，时而低语，时而轻唱。有时他穿过枝叶凋零的橡树，一路呼啸掠过山岗，在地衣斑驳的花岗岩上，与覆雪的松林窃窃私语。有时他又吹着口哨钻入烟囱，温文尔雅的邀炉火共舞。阳光灿烂的日子，他在避风港里停留，低声许下关于春天和紫罗兰的承诺。寒冷凄凉的夜晚，他也曾轻轻的敲过格窗，轻声描述外面的冰天雪地，冻结的池塘。 有时，一月的风似乎来自无边黑暗中最遥远的那颗星，他的声音，是如此遥远如此冷漠无情。在一月的黎明，黑夜与白天交错的微光中回荡着他的声音。树木在风中微微颤动，他的力量，看不到但感觉的到， 如果有神的旨意，这种力量甚至可以阻止白昼的降临。然而东方渐明，风力渐弱，他的源头之星，也在越来越亮的天空中隐去了身影。有时，一月的风如此亲近，似乎来自附近的那座小山岗。他温柔的抚摸树叶，追逐着袅袅炊烟，像个顽皮的小男孩，撅起嘴唇大声的吹口哨。他围绕雪松翩翩起舞，旋转着捉弄可怜的风向标，偶尔还恶作剧的拉住行人的耳朵，灌入关于番红花和黄水仙的玩笑，然后捏一捏他的鼻子，再继续自己快乐的舞蹈。如果你不曾听到他的声音，就不会知道，今天吹过的，是怎样的风。或者，更重要的是，明天又会怎样。 一 月 的 风（散文版）一月的风有千种声音，万种风情。它时而尖声呼啸，时而大声咆哮，时而柔声细语，时而哼唱一首摇篮曲；它时而怒吼着冲过秃枝的橡树，呐喊着掠下山坡，时而攀上花岗岩壁，在银白色的松林中沙沙私语。在那里青苔描画出奇形怪状的象形文字；它时而钻进烟囱呼呼作响，惹得炉膛内火飞焰舞。阳光明媚的时候，它去找个角落栖息，轻声细语地吟唱着温暖的春光和甜蜜的紫罗兰花香的到来；而在夜寒寂静之际，它又会抖动窗棂，咕哝着冰冻、雪丘和池溏深冻的降临。有时，一月的风好似来自最为深邃的外层星空，它的声音是那么遥远，那么不可捉摸。这就是那晨曦微露时，幽暗在昼夜间飘摆不定的微光中的一月的风。正是这股一月的晨风，它只能使树枝抖动，它的风力只可感觉到却看不见。如果你愿意，它或许能够挽住白昼的步履，一旦东方破晓，群星风之源泉渐渐暗淡，风便也停息。 有时，一月的风是那么的令人亲切可爱，仿佛就象来自自家屋旁的小山坡，它在叶丛中玩耍，或