「读诗给你听」沙漠的味道

▏沙漠的味道 沙漠的味道在我的舌头是黄的 并且苦涩就象野草生长在深深的峡谷 水在岩石底下等待 五年后的下一场雨 出生于山涧的鱼儿 在这里窒息 当月亮升上黑色的山岭时 蛙群就无休无止地吹笛。 这就是夜晚：一个暗蓝的大洋 充满流沙移动的声音： 蟋蟀的啁啾在空中漂浮 就像一阵热气，就像一首化成灰的歌， 在跳羚头骨雪白的齿牙间 振荡，一声风的叹息。 从这里条条道路没有通向什么特定的地方， 它们穿过脱水的梦的旋涡 隐没在一片足迹无声的沙滩。 在南十字星下的某地 你仰身躺倒倾听着 沙漠的猫头鹰在孤独中嚣鸣 飞跃山谷的曲线。 作者 | [南非]彼得·霍恩（Peter Horn） 翻译 | 罗池 校正 | 爻爻、陈老湿 The desert tastes yellow The desert tastesyellow on my tongue and bitter like herbs in a narrow gorge where water waits under the rocks for the next rain in five years and where fish suffocate which were born in the mountain streams but the frogs play their unending pan-flutes as soon as the moon rises over the blackmountains. That then is the night: a dark blue ocean filled with sounds of shifting sands: Cricket chirping floats on the air like a hot breath, a song turned to ashes, vibrating between the white teeth of springbok skulls, a sigh of the wind. Here all the roads lead to nowhere inparticular, they end in a sandy ford of soundless tracks through the whirlpool of dessicated dreams. Somewhere under the Southern Cross you lie on your back and hear the desert owl hoot its loneliness across the curve of the canyon.