秋诗八首（5）

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# 05
Song at the Beginning of Autumn

by Elizabeth Jennings

Now watch this autumn that arrives
In smells. All looks like summer still;
Colours are quite unchanged, the air
On green and white serenely thrives.
Heavy the trees with growth and full
The fields. Flowers flourish everywhere.

Proust who collected time within
A child's cake would understand
The ambiguity of this
Summer still raging while a thin
Column of smoke stirs from the land
Proving that autumn gropes for us.

But every season is a kind
Of rich nostalgia. We give names
Autumn and summer, winter, spring
As though to unfasten from the mind
Our moods and give them outward forms.
We want the certain, solid thing.

But I am carried back against
My will to a childhood where
Autumn is bonfires, marbles, smoke;
I lean against my window fenced
From evocations in the air.
When I said autumn, autumn broke.

初秋之歌

此刻
看着那秋的气息飘然而至
所有的一切却依然如夏
色彩丝毫没有改变
空气
在绿叶白花上安静的流动着
让树木生长，
挂上沉甸甸的果实
让丰收
装满田野，处处繁花似锦。
从一个孩子的点心中
采集时光的普鲁斯特
会懂得
这种季节的模糊性
夏日依旧繁茂的同时
一缕微弱的
烟柱已从大地冉冉升起
证实秋正向着我们款款而来
然而每一个季节都有一种
浓浓的乡愁
我们为他们冠以
秋与夏，冬与春的名字
仿佛从内心释放出来的
我们的心情
赋予了他们外在的样子
我们想要确定、稳固的东西
然而与意愿不同
我带回的童年之秋
是篝火，弹球和炊烟
我斜倚在窗前，它
将空中的召唤挡在窗外
而当我说到秋时
秋，便破窗而入……