瓦爾澤作品

◎董繼平 譯

秋日午后

我還記得我曾經度過的一個美麗的下午。我嘴里舒適地銜著半截雪茄走過鄉間。陽光照耀在那個綠色的地區上面。田野上’男人、兒童和女人們在勞動’我的左側’一條金色的運河淙淙流淌；我的右側’我看見了一片農田。我磨磨蹭蹭地前行。一輛面包房的送貨車飛也似的轟鳴而過。奇怪的是’我如此清晰地回想起每一個細節’仿佛那是財寶。我的記憶中肯定有強大的力量’我如此幸福。記憶就是生命。然后’我繼續前行’經過很多座讓人頗為興奮的富裕的農舍。一個農婦噓住她那只想沖著步行而過的陌生路人吠叫的狗。令人愉快的是’安靜而悠然地走過這片土地上’接受嚴肅、健壯的鄉下婦女友好的問候。這樣的問候就像不朽的念頭’對人有益。當人們相互善待’一個天堂就會打開。這個下午’還有即將來臨的黃昏的太陽’把清澈的愛和奇想的黃金灑在這條路上’使得它閃發出淡淡的紅色。萬物上面都有一點點藍紫色’但那只是一種微弱、幾乎看不見的色澤。聯想’沒有那種要去抓住的粗壯如手指的東西’卻四處摸索’就像一種不祥的閃爍、聲調、感覺’在那個看得見和看不見的整體之上盤旋。我路過一家客棧’沒有進去’我認為自己以后可以進入。我邁著舒舒服服的步子’閑庭信步’很像是平靜、溫和的牧師’或教師’或信使。很多人類的眼睛好奇地看著我’以便解密我可能是誰。在奇妙地回響的鄉間’一切都變得越來越美。每一步都在引進另一種美好的事物。仿佛我在寫作、做夢、幻想。一個蒼白、美麗、黑眼睛的農家少女’面龐被太陽美好地曬黑’用閃爍在眼里的神秘魅力探詢地看著我’道了聲“晚上好”。我回應她的問候’繼續前行’進入一個果園’那里密集地懸晃著樂園的紅色和金色果實。透過葉片的深綠色’黃昏的太陽奇妙地照亮那些美麗的蘋果’翠綠的田野上空’溫暖、輕快、和諧的鐘聲響起。對面’在那延伸到下面銀色的運河邊的蔥翠草甸上’那些褐色、白色和黑色的壯麗的牛’一群群到處躺著、站著。我看不夠那里的一切景象’也聽不夠那里的一切聲音。視覺和聽覺匯集成一種快樂’整個寬闊的綠色和金色的風景回響——鐘聲、樅樹林、動物、人們。這就像一位大師用魔法變幻出來的油畫。山毛櫸林子呈現出褐色和黃色’綠色、黃色、紅色和藍色創造出音樂。色彩流淌成聲音’而聲音逗弄那些美麗得神圣的色彩’就像男朋友逗弄溫柔的女朋友’就像男神逗弄女神。在淺藍色下面與綠色和褐色之間’我僅僅緩慢地前行’天色逐漸暗了下來。幾個牧羊的男孩走向我’想知道幾點鐘了。隨后’在村里’我經過一座古老而莊重的教區長的大住宅。有人在那座房子里面歌唱、彈奏。那些聲音令人十分愉快’至少我這么想象。在黃昏靜悄悄地散步時’多么容易想象美好的事物。一個小時后就是夜晚了’天空閃爍著黑色。月亮和星星顯出。

I remember a beautiful afternoon I once had.I walked over the country with the stump of a cigar snug in my mouth.Sunlight beamed over the green region.In the fields men’ children’ and women were working;on my left flowed a golden canal and on my right I had a view of farmland.I dawdled along.A bakery truck blasted past.It，s strange that I recall so clearly every detail as if it were a treasure.There must be a great strength within my memory’ I，m so happy.Memories are life.Then I continued on past many considerably cheerful and prosperous farmhouses;a farm woman shushed her dog that had the idea of barking at the strange pedestrian passing by.It，s delightful to walk quietly and leisurely over the land and be greeted friendlily by solemn’ sturdy country women.Such a greeting does one good’ like the thought of immortality.A heaven opens when people are kind to one another.The afternoon and soon evening sun strew liquid love and fantasy gold over the road’ and it glowed reddish.On everything was a touch of violet’ but only a delicate’ barely visible tint.A suggestion has nothing as thick as a finger to grip’ but gropes around and hovers just above the visible and invisible totality as an ominous shimmer’ tone’ sensation.I went by a tavern without entering;I thought I might do that later.At a comfortable pace I strolled on’ not unlike a calm’ gentle pastor or teacher or messenger.Many a human eye looked upon me curiously in order to unriddle who I might be.In the wonderfully resounding countryside’everything became more and more beautiful.Each step led into another loveliness.It was as if I were writing’ dreaming’ fantasizing.A pale’ beautiful’ dark-eyed farm girl’ whose face had been sweetly tanned by the sun’ looked at me questioningly with the sparkling dark magic of her eyes and said good evening.I returned her greeting and went on into an orchard whose trees thickly dangled with the red and golden fruit of paradise.Through the dark green of the leaves the beautiful apples were wonderfully lit by the evening sun’ and over the verdant fields rang the warm buoyant chiming of bells.Magnificent cows’ brown’ white’ and black’ lay and stood about in graceful groups scattered across lush meadows stretching down to a silver canal.I didn，t have eyes enough to look at all there was to see’ nor ears enough to hear it all.Looking and hearing joined to make one pleasure’ the entire wide green and golden landscape resounded—the bells’ the fir forest’ the animals’ and the people.It was like a painting conjured up by one of the masters.The beech forest was brown and yellow;the green and the yellow and the red and the blue made music.Colors flowed into sound’ and sound played with the divinely beautiful colors like boyfriends with sweet girlfriends’ like gods with goddesses.I walked forward only slowly under the light blue and between the green and brown’ and gradually it turned dark.Several shepherd boys came up to me wanting to know the time.Later’ in the village’ I went past an old’ large’ venerable rectory.Someone was singing and playing in the house.They were glorious sounds’ at least so I imagined.How easy it is to imagine something beautiful on a quiet evening walk.An hour later it was night’ the sky glittered black.Moon and stars came out.