铁匠铺

【美】切斯瓦夫·米沃什      陈子弘 译

我喜欢用绳子操控的风箱，
手拉或用脚踏板——记不起是哪种。
但还记得那气流，还有熊熊烈火！
还有火中一块铁，钳子夹着的，
火红，烧软后夹到铁砧上，
用锤子敲打，打成马蹄铁，
扔进一桶水里，嘶嘶作响，雾气腾腾。

被钉上马掌后，马儿们
甩了甩鬃毛；在河边的草地
犁头、滑橇、耙子需要修理

在门口，我光脚站在泥巴地上，
面前热浪滚滚；背后白云朵朵。
我瞪眼紧盯。似乎叫我来就为这个：
因为是荣耀的就要抬举它们。

BLACKSMITH SHOP

By Czeslaw Milosz

I liked the bellows operated by rope.
A hand or foot pedal-I don't remember which.
But that blowing, and the blazing of the fire!
And a piece of iron in the fire, held there by tongs,
Red, softened for the anvil,
Beaten with a hammer, bent into a horseshoe,
Thrown in a bucket of water, sizzle, steam.

And horses hitched to be shod,
Tossing their manes; and in the grass by the river
Plowshares, sledge runners, harrows waiting for repair

At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor,
Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds.
I stare and stare. It seems I was called for this:
To glorify things just because they are.

NEW AND COLLECTED POEMS: 1931-200I. Copyright © 1988, 1991, 1995, 2001 by Czeslaw Milosz Royalties, Inc.