outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Vincente Aleixandre
Fusion
Happy in the body waves in my hands.
In a lovely face, I will watch the world,
Fleeting beautiful birds there,
There is no place to fly to forget.
Your appearance. Ruby diamond or hard,
My arms flashing sun,
Crater called me - the music from the heart with it
And you can not describe the sound of teeth.
I am going to die, because toward you,
Because I am willing to live in the fire, willing to die
Because I do not belong to the sky outside,
The atmosphere is hot, if I close
It from the inside of my lips baked yellow.
I watch your face,
It is dyed the color of love,
Your life and make it pure red glow,
I deeply appreciate the call of your heart,
I want to die there. Never live in the world.
Love or death. I want one of them,
I would like to completely die, I would like overtaken you,
Your blood, roaring magma,
It moistens the wonderful organs,
Enjoy life, enchanting fragrance.
Kiss on your lips slowly as a prick,
Fly away like the sea turned into a mirror,
Like the wings of the flash,
It is still a hand, is the fluffy hair on your stroke,
Is the crackling fire of revenge,
But whether it is fire or fatal sword hanging in the neck
Not make the integration of present and future demise.
(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
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Has
Black, black shadow. An
Slow the tide. Moon impatient
Struggled, trying through the darkness
Since _set_ up their own bridge.
(Silver? They bridge,
When an exception to the former head-suspension bridge
Release from the mooring place,
The day slipped by. )
Now tear the light
Thick and dense shadow. Suddenly
Showing off their entire land
Open, silent, calm.
Damp the beam strikes
Ground, agile brilliantly
Moving rapidly away, like flowers generally
Clearly outline bloom.
Stretched out the earth limb
Her spacious cloak
The weight of the sweet
Hold up the flowers and fruits of the night.
The night is ripe
_Set_tlement was through the eddies of snow.
What will the thick juice
Into my hot hands?
It is precisely the expansion of crushing
Hard to do pulp color
Studded flashing seeds
Pour out.
I have red lips tasting.
My teeth into its soft flesh to pay.
I have a whole mouth full of love,
Full of burning flame.
Revel in the light, revel in the dark,
And the brilliant flash, my body
Extend its limbs. In a star on the walk?
Dian hand tremor through the toes to the sky.
Night in my body, I that night.
My eyes are burning. Tenuous,
My tongue is being born
The breath of the coming dawn.
(Chen Xiaotang translation)
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No, the stars
Who said sinking star
Carved with a kiss,
Flashes in the sky of happiness?
Ah, come down, my stars!
Here the grass, you
Will become a body,
Your light will become flesh.
I will eventually win you, the stars fall
In the rush of beating
Light of your blood or
Dedicated to my love.
Ah, never carved in heaven, where
Earth, humble, sincere
Waiting for you. A man in love with you.
(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
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People sleeping
Charming night, in flocks of
What was that sound sweet to singing in the sky name?
Wake up! No shadows, no destiny,
Singing in the twilight of a moon or a groan, remembering you.
One is light pierces the sky by an ax chopped
Under the golden rain. No stars, a body with blood slide
Reveal a destiny in the call issued
The sky is always sleeping in the booming creatures.
Wake up! The world is its music. Please listen to it
Earth fly in the alert. Revel in color, desire,
Naked, no clothes, glamorous
Air Bacchae reveal the beautiful atrium,
Blue blood vessels, plump, flash.
Look! You did not see a charming thigh in advance!
A victory of the figure, a starry dress
Beat the blue planet, moist air
Re Fenfei squeak sound?
You can hear a call in the night? Ah, the people sleeping
Psalms of praise totally hear? Raised sweet wine;
Ah, dear stars, heavenly wine, will you
My lips will always be that you suck, my throat
Burning your wisdom, my eyes shining with gentle light.
Ah, sleeping people, dead people, people in the end,
Flashing through the night in my body, illuminate your dreams.
All the crazy to me, there you all the flash of lace!
But, no, you deathly silence, like a moon rock.
On the ground, quietly, no cemetery.
Screen off, feather, moonlight night
With you, not to bury people, flying in the air.
(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
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Fire
All come with the fire
Passion. Light is lonely!
Look how pure the flame rising
Up to lick the sky.
At the same time, all the birds
For it to fly, do not burn us!
But people? Never ignored.
You are not bound
People, ah, the fire here.
Light, light is innocent.
People "never have not yet born.
(Meng-translation)
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Air
Favorably than the sea,
Than the broad, than the silence.
Light to high-altitude flying in remote deserted,
President may also be one day out of shape and skin,
You people are some of the land and everywhere,
But the air itself does not know who to live in people's chest.
Air is not memory, but it is immortal, for human spare no effort.
(Meng-translation)
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Picasso
1
Remember the old square, not long ago I remember
This child grew up in Liye Ge Malaga.
His immortal blue era
Like the blue water;
His eternal pink era
Originated in 吉布尔法罗.
Junior Pablo,
Melt in the sun
Hidden in the darkness
Welcome glow, sun_set_ away.
2
The child in the hands of the world,
Into a line,
He took a color of lightning.
He trod the dawn of the sea,
Big instruct, but also a long history of the sea than the ... ...
3
His sad eyes.
Face the reality of life,
He has always been faithful to life.
His blue eyes,
Watching the human catastrophe,
His cold flame
The world is burning.
4
His generosity in this world,
Angry looking, thinking.
He destroyed the walls and a light,
The beach all to see the sun.
Mengchui his fist down
Always depict reality!
5
An ascetic figure, "moaning, pain,
Among themselves that the bull,
Wailing sound of the truth revealed.
6
Malaga's Pablo,
Depression not in the red, green, white color, the
Not trapped inside the line,
Not trapped in the clay, kaolin, mud.
He wears it a colorful,
Is a fire, or earth?
He is constantly busy.
He rode a horse
In the Mercedes-Benz, in-depth investigation,
In the test, attention to life
A hammer, an eye, he depicts the world.
7
He played a straight body, his naked body tired.
He has a mountain to live,
Shoulder concernedly sun.
See, he faces thin, brown;
His hair was white,
But that is not snow, not gray;
His feet and has stained the sea weeds and mud.
His big hands in a flash
Grasp the world,
Now let go,
In the human face
Show a promising way.
(Far Hao a translation)
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Yesterday
The screen was yellow silk account
The sun is still gold for it, sigh it drift.
Breeze yesterday, shaking and creaking.
It is still in space, and people are thinking about it
Or wait and see. People who see it fall asleep in silence,
Because to see is a quiet or sleeping love.
Sleep, life, death. Silk curtain slowly creaked slightly,
What a fine, full of fantasy, "but I do.
It is the symbol of a thinker's image. In that place.
Breath for that - it is still dangling there.
Life slowly, bit by bit weaves a net.
Do not know it was alive. Once you know, he died.
(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
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Sing birds
Dedicated to Maria Theresa 莎普里埃特
Bird ah, you caress the pure wings
Can not afford to brush my sad memories.
Your chest in the vibrato pure
How to express a clear passion for the lips!
Sing for me, flashing the bird,
You call in the burning forests to joy,
You sparked a bright smoked drunk
Accepted as flame stretch as your sky.
Sing for me, the birth of the birds each day,
The expression of your breathing with the earth's innocence.
Sing, sing, snatched away from me with a soul
Soaring it, do not return to the earth.
祝庆英 Translation
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Dedicated to a dead girl
Tell me, tell me your secret heart virgin,
Tell me your secrets buried underground,
I want to know why you turned to water,
Is the fresh river, where a number of bare feet in the foam with the waves washing.
Tell me, why do you loose the hair on
You are caressing the grass on it,
The sun burning or serene
In the lowered, slide, touch it touch you,
Breeze blowing away like a bird or a hand.
Tell me why your heart like a tiny jungle
In the ground waiting for birds can not fly,
This is the song in the eye children
Silently pass the time in a dream.
Oh, you, song Son, dedicated to a dead or living body,
Dedicated to the beauty buried in the ground,
You sing the color of the stone and kiss my lips the color of it,
Sing like a pearl in the sleeping or breathing.
The waist, which depressed the capacity of the weak chest,
This ignores the wind's flowing curls, this pair is only silence in the waves of the eyes,
The collection, as in the ivory teeth,
This array motionless subtilis breeze blew ... ...
Oh, you, happy sky, like a cloud-like movement
Oh, happy birds, you smile at the shoulders;
Fresh spring water, gurgling streams go, with the moonlight with your wound,
Soft grass, by the love of the pace stepped on it.
祝庆英 Translation
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Mirror
I look you in the mirror
Across the light, looking for
Your flesh and blood, oh, my dream
Image reject
True. I'm moving forward
Can not be touched by it, the cold
Water; only light.
Sadly Oh, my body
Figure your fog! More cold-Oh!
When the wings flutter in the shot in your deep,
Oh, the eternal traveler
Yi into the mirror!
Ying Son Translation
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Youth
Retention is full of sunshine
Looking at where? Eyes,
Looking at the white walls,
Desired end.
Walls, roof, floor "
Wisteria time.
My body wound which
My body, temperament, life.
To the end of the day
What a divine
Exposure! Wonderful
Bright, cheerful, happy!
However, the eye always
Closed. Body like
Ruins. Loss of roof cover this,
Also will be devoid of stars.
Translated by Chen-fu
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Occupy
The dark shadows, bradycardia in
Fullness. Anxious moon
Do strength, trying to bridge her
_Set_ up to shadow over.
(Of silver? This suspension bridge,
Once out of port,
Bold, high-spirited, across the day,
This will be felt. )
Now, the light has been torn
Dark shadow. Between mortal
The whole scene seemed so
Open and quiet, clean clear clarity.
Wet strokes cast surface
Moving, then the nimble,
So glorious, so simple,
Ek the floating plastic flowers.
View has been unfolding, and it's
One for no reason, no longer
Sweet component to maintain
Simple dark fruit.
Mature night, all
Pressure on the snowy night.
What thick juice
Give me warm hands?
It broke through the rich
Accurate in prison, the fierce
Sauce scattered throughout the
Seeds of nuclear, out veins.
My lips sucking it
My teeth deep Xinsui.
My mouth totally loved
Be filled in front of the fire.
Light absorbed in my body
Indulge in the night, in the light,
Extend the limbs, to step on the stars,
Shivered under foot heaven.
Night to me. I am the night.
My eyes burn.
Slightly, my tongue had
Growth of the taste of dawn.
Wangyangleyi
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Mine
Shut up, shut up. I am neither the sea nor the sky
More than the world you live.
I am a hot, anonymous hot rocks in the cold
Was imprinted in the sand pressed forward on the
When you understand the time, would guess that
Not iron.
I was on the ground floor sun, trying to break the land
Like a lone hand to open the cage
Proudly roared to the birds stampede.
I am a clenched fist, threatening sky,
Is also a mountain of dreams, no one moving in the sea,
But overnight, are like the water got off light
Without a trace.
I have a fish in the sunlight, ideal for fishing nets in the water pretend.
I am a mirror, self-care trembling shadows of the moon,
I'm a light eye
When the night closed with the clouds like a hand that I would self-extinguishing.
Well, let me go, to understand the iron is life assurance
Iron that is glorious, the glory from their own
It is not dependent on the soft geology, desperately digging.
Let me also raise picks, split the rock
Split that has not yet received its baptism in the face of water.
Here, on the shore like a blue so deep black,
When the lightning, mourning, or the mirror fell,
I go to erase the steel in the sunlight,
Anger, love or death, in-depth piece of ore
That mouth and teeth to crack out the moonlight.
Let me, yes, let me go dig, keep digging
Nests have been dug or soft warm feathers,
The piece has been dug sweet birds sleep, meat-like place.
There is also a day of love, Jinbi the sun shines on the outside only.
(Translated by Chen-fu)
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The square of life
Sunlight, exposure to the crowd,
Is so beautiful, harmony, trust, vitality, and deep,
Be wrapped into the ranks of people, encouraged by everyone,
Forward with the crowd happy.
Left alone on the shore,
Not the best, too lonely Lingding,
Weir or molluscs like to imitate the lime rock.
Was quietly dropped into pure and
Boiling happiness to it, to immerse, immersed.
He is like living in high-rise where they forget where they live layer,
I looked at him and the next step ladder
Bravely into the crowd drowned them.
The crowd moved to the injured heart sinking, still clearly recognizable.
There, who put these distinctions? Is full of
Hope, firm, sincere, frank and confidence
He is still so silent, submissive.
What a broad square, with the breath of all things,
This atmosphere facing the rising sun, wrapped in strong winds.
This is the hand of the wind passing over our heads,
It touched people's forehead, inspired them.
The crowd squirm coil contraction
Closely, such as a person, not sure it is strong or weak,
But it is there that can sense, covering the earth.
Among them, the people can see themselves, yourself and understand their own light.
Hot noon, but you alone, hiding in the attic,
To curious eyes, mouth hanging questions
Advantages and Disadvantages to find their own shadows.
Do not find yourself in the mirror,
Over the past remember.
Come down from the attic to look for the crowd to seek.
There will be everything, you dissolve them.
Go, go naked melting themselves to re-understand their own.
Like a beginning swimmer, as fear and hesitation,
But hopefully approached the water's edge,
Kicked out of a bubble in the first leg
Will feel the water rising, courage is also rising,
Finally will be determined.
But now the water less than waist, confidence has not been determined.
The arms outstretched, right,
Go myself into the water,
Demonstrate strong and courageous
Swam off the waves, accompanied by joy and confidence.
Potential in the water, your heart beating with children and the waves,
Side of travel, while singing, has become far more younger.
Is a Ah, the bare feet,
_Insert_ed into the boiling of life, reached into this square.
Calls you into the rapids.
Zheke little heart injury by a child,
It beat the rhythm
Hope to catch up with the same huge crowds the beating heart!
- From "The destruction or Love" (1932)
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