但是书籍将会站在书架上，此乃真正的存在，

书籍一下子出现，崭新，还有些湿润，

像秋天栗子树下闪闪发亮的落果，

受到触摸、爱抚，开始长时生存，

尽管地平线上有大火，城堡在空中爆破，

部落在远征途中，行星在运行。

“我们永存，”书籍说，即使书页被撕扯，

或者文字被呼啸的火焰舔光。

书籍比我们持久，我们纤弱的体温

会和记忆一起冷却、消散、寂灭。

我常想象已经没有我的大地，

一如既往，没有损失，依然是大戏台，

女人的时装，挂露珠的丁香花，山谷的歌声。

但是书籍将会竖立在书架，有幸诞生，

来源于人，也源于崇高与光明。

作者 / [波兰] 切斯瓦夫·米沃什

翻译 / 杨德友

选自 / 《故土追忆》，上海译文出版社

And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,

That appeared once, still wet

As shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,

And, touched, coddled, began to live

In spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,

Tribes on the march, planets in motion.

“We are,”they said, even as their pages

Were being torn out, or a buzzing flame

Licked away their letters.So much more durable

Than we are, whose frail warmth

Cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.

I imagine the earth when I am no more:

Nothing happens, no loss, it's still a strange pageant,

Women's dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley.

Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,

Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.

by Czeslaw Milosz

trans. by Robert Hass

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