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Poetry by Pablo Neruda Translation by Swan.eagle 就在那时期……诗找到我。 我不知道， 我不知道它从哪里来，来自冬季，还是一条河流， 我不知道它怎么来，何时来， 不，它们不是声音， 它们不说话，也不哑默， 只是，来自一条使我振奋的街道， 来自黑夜的分叉， 来自出乎意料的什么地方， 在燃烧的激情中，在旅归的孤独中， 是我没面子， 它感动了我。 我不知道说什么， 我的嘴没有办法称呼， 我的眼睛盲目了， 有什么东西从我的灵魂蹦出， 狂躁，要么忘了翅膀， 我以我自己的方式， 解释那激情， 书写贫淡的第一行， 不清晰，缺乏主旨，抽象的胡言乱语， 没有人确信的 纯粹的哲理， 突然，我看见苍穹敞开， 展现星辰，跃动垦殖， 幽暗穿凿出弥漫的箭孔， 火焰，鲜花， 喘息的夜，宇宙。 我，微渺的生灵， 与崇高的满天繁星举杯， 就像，神秘的图象， 我感受到自己深邃抽象的一部分， 我同星星一起循行， 我的心散碎放纵在开放的天空。 Poetry And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me. I don΄t know, I don΄t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don΄t know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there I was without a face and it touched me. I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing, and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open planets, palpitating plantations, shadow perforated, riddled with arrows, fire and flowers, the winding night, the universe. And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss. I wheeled with the stars; my heart broke loose on the open sky. 美人鱼和一群醉汉的寓言故事
Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks by Pablo Neruda Translation by Swan.eagle 她进去时所有那些家伙都在里面， 全都裸着。 他们喝着，醉着，开始侮辱她。 她新近来自河流，什么都不懂。 她是一条迷失道路的美人鱼。 嘲弄的涌流淹没她闪耀的身子， 猥亵浸湿她金色的胸怀。 一个门外汉指泪，她不流， 一个门外汉示衣，她不穿。 他们用雪茄烟头灼她，用燃烧的软木塞燎她， 在酒栈地板上沙哑的笑声中辗轧她。 她不说话，因为失声。 她的眼睛是悠远爱的色彩， 她的胳膊堪比黄玉， 她的嘴唇在珊瑚柔光中无言嗫嚅。 终于，她离开那道门， 一经进入河流就呈现洁净， 再次闪光，像雨中的白宝石。 没有朝后看，她继续向前游， 游向虚无，游向她的黎明。 Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks All these fellows were there inside when she entered utterly naked. They΄d been drinking and began to spit at her, recently come from the river, she understood nothing. She was a mermaid who had lost her way, the taunts flowed over her glistening flesh Obscenities drenched her golden breasts. A stranger to tears, she did not weep, A stranger to clothes, she did not dress. They pocked her with cigarette ends and with burnt corks And rolled on the tavern floor in raucous laughter She did not speak, since speech was unknown to her Her eyes were the colour of far away love Her arms were matching topazes Her lips moved soundlessly in coral light And ultimately she left by that door Hardly had she entered the river than she was cleansed Gleaming once more like a white stone in the rain And without a backward look, she swam once more Swam towards nothingness, swam to her dawn. 美丽裸体赋
Ode to a Beautiful Nude by Pablo Neruda Translation by Swan.eagle 用一颗贞洁的心 用一双纯洁的眼睛，我赞美你的美丽 把持血脉控制 使得躺在我颂歌里的你 可以引人注目，追溯你的轮廓 像在森林中的地上，或是在激浪中 在芬芳的沃土上，在海的音律里 美丽裸体 平等的你美丽的双足 借助风或声原始轻拍的拱形 你的耳朵，壮丽美利坚海的 小小贝壳 你的标准充分的乳房 靠生活的亮充满 你麦黄色飞扬的眼睑 开启亦或封闭 两个深奥的你的眼国 你双肩的线条分隔苍白区域 不胜自己，融进两半苹果的契约 延伸分离你的美丽落进两个圆柱 擦亮的金 俊美的雪花石膏一般 沉入你双足的两棵葡萄树 在那里，你孪生的对称的树再一次点燃，升腾 如花的火 拧亮如树的灯 一颗猛涨的果实 超越海与地的公约 从各种各样的物质 玛瑙 水晶 麦粒 来你的身体汇集么 猛涨像烘焙的面包通知银色的山丘 一朵花瓣裂开 甜甜的果实，深深的柔滑 直到独自呆在 惊讶 美好而坚定的娇柔状态 不仅仅照耀世界的光 撒布你的身体 被压的雪…… 如此多的透明 吸引你离开 仿佛在火中的你 月亮活在你的生命里 Ode to a Beautiful Nude With a chaste heart With pure eyes I celebrate your beauty Holding the leash of blood So that it might leap out and trace your outline Where you lie down in my Ode As in a land of forests or in surf In aromatic loam, or in sea music Beautiful nude Equally beautiful your feet Arched by primeval tap of wind or sound Your ears, small shells Of the splendid American sea Your breasts of level plentitude Fulfilled by living light Your flying eyelids of wheat Revealing or enclosing The two deep countries of your eyes The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple Continues separating your beauty down into two columns of Burnished gold Fine alabaster To sink into the two grapes of your feet Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises Flowering fire Open chandelier A swelling fruit Over the pact of sea and earth From what materials Agate? Quartz? Wheat? Did your body come together? Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills The cleavage of one petal Sweet fruits of a deep velvet Until alone remained Astonished The fine and firm feminine form It is not only light that falls over the world Spreading inside your body it΄s suffocated snow... So much is clarity Taking its leave of you As if you were on fire within The moon lives in the lining of your skin
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