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2021年1月24日发(作者：notebook)
Poetry is What Gets Lost in Translation



After its meaning in the sentence comes across to us
，

let us make sure whether or not poetry is what gets lost
in translation. Susan Bassnett said
，

“this view，
of
course
，
is
a
conceit
，
not
only
does
poetry
NOT
always
get
lost
in
translation
，
often
it
is
through
translation
that
poetry
flourishes.
For
translation
is
one
of
the
principal
ways in which a literature can reinvigorate itself
，
can
look outwards at other forms of writing and discover and
then
develop
those
forms”[3].I
think
“NOT
always
get
lost
in
translation”
just
means
sometimes，
poetry
indeed
gets
lost in translation. Let’s take the first two stanzas of
Dover Beach as example to see whether or not poetry gets
lost in translation. This poem was written by Matthew
Arnold and translated by several translators.


This first two stanzas of the poem depicts that the
poet
，
standing
by
the
window
，
looks
out
at
a
natural
and
detailed
night
scene
of
the
beach
at
Dover
，
on
the
French
coast
the
light
gleams
and
is
gone
，
the
cliffs
of
England
stand
，
the
moon-
blanch’d
land
and
pebbles
which
the
waves
draw back and flung up higher strand. But what makes the
poem a poem and spread so far is not only because it
describes the moving scenery
，
but also because how the
author
arranges
the
words
and
expresses
his
emotion
through
the scenery. Seemingly describing the scenery
，
but in
between the lines it reveals the poet’s complex mood of
grief and worry. And the poet’s surge of emotion is
reflected
in
the
flinging
waves
at
this
very
moment.
Let’s
take a look at those two stanzas
：


The sea is calm
tonight.


The tide is full
，
the moon lies fair


Upon the straits
；
on the French coast the light


Gleams and is gone
；
the cliffs of England stand
，



Glimmering and vast
，
out in the tranquil bay.


Come to the window
，
sweet is the night-air
！



Only
，
from the long line of spray


Where the sea meets the moon-
blanch’d land，



Listen
！
You hear the grating roar


Of pebbles which the waves draw back
，
and fling
，



At their return
，
up the high strand
，



Begin
，
and cease
，
and then again begin


With tremulous cadence slow
，
and bring


The eternal note of sadness in.


--By Matthew Arnold


Then let us look at the three different version of
translation of the poem[4]
：



今昔海波平，潮满月如镜，



海峡之上空，流光照遥境。



彼岸法兰西，灯光时明灭，



英伦森峭壁，闪烁而阢臬。



请来床边坐，夜气何清和！



只见月光下，遥岸滚银波，



请听细石音，随潮去复来，



打上高岸头，方退又再回。



万古恒如斯，音调徐而悲。



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郭沫若译



今夜海上是风平浪静，



潮水正满，月色皎皎，



临照着海峡；
--
法国海岸上，光明



一现而不见了；英国的悬崖，



闪亮而开阔，挺立在宁谧的海湾里。



到窗口来吧，夜里的空气多好！



只是，从海水同月光所漂白的陆地



两相衔接的地方，浪花铺成长长的一排，



听啊！你听得见聒耳的咆哮，



是水浪把石子卷回去，回头



又抛出，抛到高高的岸上来，



来了，停了，然后又来一阵，



徐缓的旋律抖抖擞擞，



带来了永恒的哀音。



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卞之琳译



苍海静入夜。



正潮满，长峡托孤月；



看法兰西岸，灯火明灭。



英伦峭壁森森，光熠熠，



崖下风烟一时绝。



凭窗立，觉夜气清和透心冽！



远望，月洗平沙千万里，



排浪一线翻霜雪。



听！潮卷砾石声威烈，



又回首，怒掷高滩侧。



才至也，又消歇，



慢调如泣轻吟处，



愁音万古声声切！



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辜正坤译



We know that translating a poem we must pay attention
to its beauty of sense
，
beauty of sound and beauty of