聂鲁达英文版《二十首情诗与绝望的歌》

聂鲁达《二十首情诗与绝望的歌》 Here I Love You Here I love you In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself The moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters Days, all one kind, go chasing each other The snow unfurls in dancing figures A silver gull slips down from the west Sometimes a sail ,high,high stars Oh the black cross of a ship Alone Sometimes I get up early an even my soul is wet Far away the sea sounds an resounds This is a port Here I love you . Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain I love you still among these cold things Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels That cross the sea towards no arrival I see myself forgotten like those old anchorsmes Thinking, thangling shadows Thinking,tangling shadows in the deep solitude You are far away too,oh farther than anyone Thinking,freeing birds,dissolving images Burying lamps Belfry of fogs,how far away,up there! Stifling laments, milling shadowy hopes, Taciturn miller. Night falls on you face downward, far from the city. Your presence is foreign, as strange to me as a thing I think, I explore great tracts of my life bfore you My life before anyone, my harsh life The shout facing the sea, among the rocks. Running free,mad,in the sea-spray The sad rage, the shout, the solitude of the sea Headlong,violent, stretched towads the sky You,woman, what were you there, what ray,what vane Of that immense fan?you were as far as you are now Fire in the forest! Buren in blue crosses Burn, burn, flamp up, sparkle in trees of light In my sky at twilight This poem is a paraphrase of the 30th poem in rabindranath tagore’s the gardener In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud And your form and colour are the way I love them You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips And in your life my infinite dreams live The lamp of my soul dyes your feet My sour wine is sweeter on your lips Oh reaper of my evening song How solitary dreams believe you to be mine! You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon’s Wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice Huntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunder Stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water You are taken in the net of my music, my love And my nets of music are wide as the sky My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins. I like for you to be still I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent And you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you It seems as though your eyes had flown away And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth As all things are filled with my soul You emerge from the things, filled with my soul You are like my soul. A butterfly of dream And you are like the word melancholy I like for you to be still, and you seem far away It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly Cooing like a dove And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you : Let me come to be still in your silence And let me talk to you with your silence That is bright sa a lamep, simple as a ring You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent Distant and full of sorrow as though you had died One wore then, one smile, is enough And I am happy, happy that it’s not true Every day you play Evey day you play with the light of the universe Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and water You are more than this white head that I hold tightly As a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands You are like nobody since I love you Let me spread you out among yellow garlands Who writes your name in letters of smoke among The stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them The rain takes off her clothes The birds go by, fleeing The wind. The wind. I can contend omly against the power of men The storm whirls dark leaves And turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky You are here. Oh, you do not run away You will answer me to the last cry Cling to me as though you were frightened Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran trough your eyes Now, now too, little one. You bring me honeysuckle And even your breasts smell of it While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me My savage, solitary soul ,my name that sends them all running So many times we have seen the morng star burn , kissing our eyes And over our heads the grey light unwind in turning fans My words rained over you ,stroking you A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body I go so far as to think that you own the universe I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains ,bluebells Dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. I have gone marking I have gone marking the atlas of your body with crosses of fire My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide In you ,behind you, timid, driven by thirst Stories to tell yu on the shore of evening Sad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sad A swan, a tree, some thing far away and happy The season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful season I who lived in a harbour from which I loved you The solitude crossed with deam and with silence Penned up between the sea and sadness Soundless, delirious, betuuen tuo motionless gondoliers Between the lips and the voice something goes dying Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion The way nets cannot hold water My toy doll, only a few drops are left trembling Even so, something sings in these fugitive words Something sings ,something climbs to my ravenous mouth Oh to be able to celebrate you with all the words of joy Sing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madman My sad tenderness, what comes over you all at once? When I have resched the most awesome and the coldest summit My heart closes like a nocturnal flower You breast is enogh You breast is enogh for my heart And my wings for your freedom What was sleeping above your soul will rise Out of my mouth to heaven 继续阅读