outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Sidney Lanier
Struggle
My soul, such as a paddle, in a moment,
Hai Lang died in despair under the pressure,
And then flashed the waves, and crossed the sea,
I second the resurrection from the tomb of a new.
Yu translation
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Black crow day
Our fire has been extinguished, our hearts have been broken,
Our only family left to the specter of
Only the ghost of the eyes and the emptiness of Lament
Among friends, said a silent sad.
Oh, the days of crow, black crow of melancholy day
Title to us, with your sharp ivory sharp-tongued,
Distant point of land of tomorrow logo
Strands of sea-green dawn, some orange line marks.
Floating on the evening of your column, always noisy -
You cool, shady spirit of our husbands, to shadows.
Pale in the dark, not even pray to God,
Chains and lying in our department, does not know frightens tired.
Oh, the days of crow, black crow of melancholy day
Could we do not have the warm light?
Is tomorrow the country of splendid mountains,
Will not flash, the opposite side from the sad plains?
Yu translation
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Night and day
Innocent cute during the day has died.
Night to kill her in her bed -
Ah, the Moors courtship, Murder is crazy!
- The Lianger exterminate, he said.
Stars in the sky and the girl's eyes
Smaller than that lovely bright -
This has been tied to the unknown dead.
- She's dead, dead, he said.
Furious and sad mood afterwards,
Woo woo black night seated with hard to -
Like his courtship of Xiwei dawn.
- I hope she lives, he said.
Memories of the Silver Star quietly pouring field,
The lover of hospitality, love poems to imitate,
Let him remember the good times past.
Ah, the Moors courtship, Murder is crazy!
- The Lianger exterminate, he said.
Stars in the sky and the girl's eyes
Smaller than that lovely bright -
This has been tied to the unknown dead.
- She's dead, dead, he said.
Furious and sad mood afterwards,
Woo woo black night seated with hard to -
Like his courtship of Xiwei dawn.
- I hope she lives, he said.
Memories of the Silver Star quietly pouring field,
The lover of hospitality, love poems to imitate,
Let him remember the good times past.
- Come back during the day which, he said.
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