小时候，没有人能阻止我去看水井，
还有那旧式吊桶打水机和盘绕的井绳。
我爱那深落的黑暗，那陷在井中的天空，
那水草，真菌和潮湿苔藓的气味。
一口砖厂中的井，腐朽的木板遮着头。
我深深地回味那水桶在绞绳一端
骤然坠入时浓厚的轰鸣。
那么深的井，你看不见倒影。
一口生在干枯水渠下的浅井，
却像养鱼池一样有丰富的生命。
当你从软软的覆盖物下拉出长长的根，
一张苍白的脸在井底徘徊。
其他的井都有回声，把你的呼唤传回
伴着清新的乐音。有一口井
令人害怕，那里的羊齿草和高高的指顶花中
猛然蹿出一只老鼠践踏了我的倒影。
如今，再去窥探根的深处，用手抓出泥泞
如大眼睛的那西索斯，瞪视着泉水
有损成人的尊严。所以我写诗
为了凝视自己，为了让黑暗发出回声。
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for Michael Longley
As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells
Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.
One, in a brickyard, with a rotted board top.
I savoured the rich crash when a bucket
Plummeted down at the end of a rope.
So deep you saw no reflection in it.
A shallow one under a dry stone ditch
Fructified like any aquarium.
When you dragged out long roots from the soft mulch
A white face hovered over the bottom.
Others had echoes, gave back your own call
With a clean new music in it. And one
Was scaresome, for there, out of ferns and tall
Foxgloves, a rat slapped across my reflection.
Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.
By Seamus Heaney
作者 / [爱尔兰］西默斯 • 希尼
翻译 / 吴德安
朗读 / 树
制作 / 楚雨庭
出品 / 读首诗再睡觉（dushoushizaishujiao）
