【英格兰宇航员】- 食指和拇指拈起的蓝色星球 - 西蒙·阿米蒂奇-英诗翻译

The English Astronaut

《英格兰宇航员》

by Simon Armitage

原诗：西蒙 · 阿米蒂奇

翻译：青澄青果

He splashed down in rough seas off Spurn Point.

I watched through a coin-op telescope jammed

with a lollipop stick as a trawler fished him out

of the waves and ferried him back to Mission

Control on a trading estate near the Humber Bridge.

He spoke with a mild voice: yes, it was good to be

home; he’d missed his wife, the kids, couldn’t wait

for a shave and a hot bath. ‘Are there any more

questions?’ No, there were not.

I followed him in his Honda Accord to a Little

Chef on the A1, took the table opposite, watched

him order the all-day breakfast and a pot of tea.

‘You need to go outside to do that,’ said the

waitress when he lit a cigarette. He read the paper,

started the crossword, poked at the black pudding

with his fork. Then he stared through the window

for long unbroken minutes at a time, but only at the

busy road, never the sky. And his face was not

the moon. And his hands were not the hands of a man

who had held between finger and thumb the blue

planet, and lifted it up to his watchmaker’s eye.

《英格兰宇航员》

翻译：青澄青果

他溅落在斯帕恩角以外的

海面

我用一个投币望远镜远远

观看

塞进棒棒糖的杆代替了

硬币

我看见一艘拖船将他从风浪中

捞起

摆渡他回到亨伯桥的工商业区 航天地面

指挥中心

他语气柔和地回答大家：是啊，真好啊，我

到家了

他想妻子，想孩子们，他

迫不及待

想刮刮胡子，洗个热水澡，“还有

问题吗？”

没了，没有问题了。

我坐着他的本田雅阁一路

跟着他

来到第一大道的“小厨师”快餐店，在他对面

坐下

看他要了一份英式早餐和

一壶热茶

“ 先生，您抽烟要到外面”，服务员

提醒他，

他当时点了支香烟，正展开报纸想

读点啥

开始做猜字谜题，叉子也已戳上了黑布丁

然后他望向窗外

一时之间他凝视窗外好几分钟，只是盯着

车水马龙

窗外不再是浩瀚天空， 而他的

面孔

也不再是那一轮圆月辉映。他的手

不再

用食指和拇指拈起蓝色

小星球，

举到这位曾经的地球 钟表匠

眼前。