军事机密
(回应Rafael Heliodoro Valle)
[洪都拉斯] Roberto Sosa (1930 – 2011)，Jo Anne Engelbert 英译，罗浩原 转译
洪都拉斯的历史能在一只步枪上写完
或在一发枪弹上写完，甚或是
在一滴血中
Military Secret
(Answer to Rafael Heliodoro Valle)
—Roberto Sosa (1930 – 2011), translated from the Spanish by Jo Anne Engelber
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The history of Honduras could be written on a rifle,
on a gunshot, or rather,
inside a drop of blood.
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穷人
[洪都拉斯] Roberto Sosa (1930 – 2011)，Spencer Reece 英译，罗浩原 转译
穷人很多
所以
不可能忘记
毫无疑问
当天色破晓
他们会看见房屋
希望他们
能够带着孩子住进去
他们
能够撑稳
星群的棺木于其肩头
他们能够破空而上
如愤怒的鸟群
遮蔽太阳
但不知有此天赋
他们进进出出于血的镜面
缓缓行走，缓缓死去
因此
无人能忘记他们
The Poor
—Roberto Sosa (1930 – 2011), translated from the Spanish by Spencer Reece
The poor are many
and so—
impossible to forget.
No doubt,
as day breaks,
they see the buildings
where they wish
they could live with their children.
They
can steady the coffin
of a constellation on their shoulders.
They can wreck
the air like furious birds,
blocking out the sun.
But not knowing these gifts,
they enter and exit through mirrors of blood,
walking and dying slowly.
And so,
one cannot forget them.
残暴情人
[洪都拉斯] Roberto Sosa (1930 – 2011)，Jo Anne Engelbert 英译，罗浩原 转译
致Fil嫕der Diaz Chavez、Juan Antonio Medina Duron与Carlos Sa犸 Toro
他们这些异形
从别的世界来到这片看着我们出生的土地
我们是光，他们这么说，很省话
以背叛增生死亡
他们来此对我们以朋友相称
吃尽一切，驻留在这片
看着我们出生的土地，线性且金属质感
他们
是往自己脸上贴金的
死亡情人
以死报死
The Brutal Lovers
—Roberto Sosa (1930 – 2011), translated from the Spanish by Jo Anne Engelber
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To Fil嫕der Diaz Chavez, Juan Antonio Medina Duron, and Carlos Sa犸 Toro
They, the aliens,
arrived from other worlds to this land that saw our birth.
We are the light, they said, not wasting words.
Multiplying deaths by treacheries
they came to call us friends,
to eat up everything and stay here in this land
that saw our birth, they, the linear and metallic ones,
they,
the brazen lovers of
Death.
Death to Death.
特古西加巴*
[洪都拉斯] Roberto Sosa (1930 – 2011)，Jo Anne Engelbert 英译，罗浩原 转译
我所居住的风景
时间并不存在
温顺是金
我们在这总是很伤心，但却从未察觉
此处无人见过大海
或体会过天使的友谊
是的，我住在这里，毋宁说，我正在这里死去
在这里，一个小男孩完美纯洁的影子
路倒在狭窄街道的尘土中
飞动的影子被砍倒，于逃散的天空下
有时侯，希望（前所未有的遥远）
会在风中伸展她长长的枝条
黯淡的城市，我想像你是色彩的
想像听见不可能的节奏
旋转又旋转
在我那朵小玫瑰的微圈里
但这不是你，这里
无声的痛苦比手画脚
在每一座山丘，在每一座桥上
人们朝虚无跋涉
松林的哨声带来风吹的回音
特古西加巴
特古西加巴
这刺耳的名字唯有在唇间
才会轻柔地流动
*特古西加巴是洪都拉斯的首都
Tegucigalpa
—Roberto Sosa, translated by Jo Anne Engelbert
I live in a landscape
where time does not exist
and gold is meek.
We are always sad here but never know it.
No one has seen the sea
or known the friendship of the angel.
Yes, I am living here, or rather dying.
Here where the perfectly pure shadow of a boy
falls in the dust of a narrow street.
Cut down in flight, under a fleeing sky.
Sometimes hope (ever more distant)
spreads her long branches in the wind,
and I imagine you in color, dim city.
and hear impossible rhythms
that spin and spin
in the small circle of my certain rose.
But this is not you. Here
mute pain gesticulates
on every hill, over every bridge
the people trudge toward nothing.
The whistle of the pines brings echoes of blows.
Tegucigalpa,
Tegucigalpa,
harsh name that flows gently
only on the lips.
儿童乞丐城市
[洪都拉斯] Roberto Sosa (1930 – 2011)，Jo Anne Engelbert 英译，罗浩原 转译
这么多儿童乞丐究竟来自何方？
什么力量迫使他们日益褴褛？
他们被铜喙啄来啄去的手指
有谁不会为之揪心？
有谁不曾看过他们的瘦骨
不曾听过他们
如蒙羞的钟声般的祈求？
让世上别再有蜷曲于门廊的儿童乞丐吧！
别让他们继续在公墓的雾中
或市区灰墙边受冻
让世上的孩子都有玩具、面包
将星星踩在鞋下吧！
让他们能在学校操场游戏
在草丛中捉昆虫
让他们能活在他们自己的天地
被他们所爱的事物所围绕
The City of Beggar Children
—Roberto Sosa, translated by Jo Anne Engelbert
Where do the beggar children come from,
what forces multiply their rags?
Whose heart has never felt those fingers
pecked
by birds with copper beaks?
Who hasn’t stopped to see their bones
and hear their voices
pleading like humiliated bells?
Let there be no beggar children dwarfed in doorways,
chilled by cemetery mist,
pale wall of the city.
Let there be children with toys,
bread
and stars beneath their shoes.
Let them play in the school yard
and catch insects in the grass.
Let them live in their own worlds
among the beings and the things they love.
平等
[洪都拉斯] Roberto Sosa (1930 – 2011)，Jo Anne Engelbert 英译，罗浩原 转译
我去过许多次公墓
曾摸过死去诗人的
守护天使
曾读过
无用的金匾上的铭文
我曾观察良久
中国人家坟的
复杂墓厝
我曾停留在无名墓旁
四周满是草木昆虫
令人忆起单纯的自然事物
或许当时我曾对自己说：
再高傲的墓碑
也比不上一茎好花的优雅
公墓如敞开的大海
欢迎着我们
毋庸置疑
活着的人是无法摧毁
死亡的完美平等的
EQUALITY
—Roberto Sosa, translated by Jo Anne Engelbert
I have been in cemeteries many times .
I have touched the angels
who watch over fallen poets .
I have read
the inscriptions engraved on plaques of useless gold .
I have long observed
the complex chapels
of Chinese families .
I have stopped next to the anonymous tombs
populated by insects and plants
which make one remember simple natural things .
Perhaps I have said to myself-
the gravestones of the arrogant
do not possess the grace of a flowering stalk .
The cemeteries open up like the sea
and receive us .
Indisputably
the living will not be able to destroy
the perfect equality of the dead.