我用什么才能留住你
博爾赫斯（阿根廷）
我用什么才能留住你吏奸？
我給你瘦落的街道欢揖、絕望的落日、荒郊的月亮奋蔚。
我給你一個久久地望著孤月的人的悲哀她混。
我給你我已死去的祖輩，
后人們用大理石祭奠的先魂：
我父親的父親泊碑，
陣亡于布宜諾斯艾利斯的邊境坤按，
兩顆子彈射穿了他的胸膛，
死的時候蓄著胡子馒过，
尸體被士兵們用牛皮裹起臭脓；
我母親的祖父
——那年才二十四歲
——在秘魯率領(lǐng)三百人沖鋒，
如今都成了消失的馬背上的亡魂腹忽。
我給你我的書中所能蘊含的一切悟力来累，
以及我生活中所能有的男子氣概和幽默。
我給你一個從未有過信仰的人的忠誠窘奏。
我給你我設(shè)法保全的我自己的核心
——不營字造句嘹锁，不和夢交易，
不被時間着裹、歡樂和逆境觸動的核心领猾。
我給你早在你出生前多年的一個傍晚看到的一朵黃玫瑰的記憶。
我給你關(guān)于你生命的詮釋，
關(guān)于你自己的理論瘤运，
你的真實而驚人的存在窍霞。
我給你我的寂寞、我的黑暗拯坟、我心的饑渴但金；
我試圖用困惑、危險郁季、失敗來打動你冷溃。
——《獻給貝阿特麗斯?比維洛尼?韋伯斯特?德布爾里奇》（節(jié)選）
英語原文版
?What can I hold you with?
I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs.
I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.
I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honoured in marble:my father's father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow;my mother's grandfather -just twentyfour- heading a charge of three hundred men in Perú, now ghosts on vanished horses.
I offer you whatever insight my books may hold. whatever manliness or humour my life.
I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.
I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved somehow -the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.
I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.
I offer you explanationsof yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.
世界上那些令人陶醉的詩詞是生命最美的語言∶瘟眩——沃茲基碩德
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