outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Rafael Alberti
Three memories of the sky
Dedicated 古斯塔夫阿多尔 Fubeikeer
Overture
No age, no roses, no big angels.
All in all, before all were screaming and crying.
At that time, the light did not know
The sea was born a boy or a girl.
At that time, the wind combing the hair of its dreams,
Pink dreams of fire and its burning red cheeks,
Drinking water, dreaming of it and hang around there lips.
All in all, are in the body, the name and the time before.
Then I recalled that once, in the sky ... ...
Recalls the first time
A broken white ... ... ... ... Netherlands
- Becker
She walks with White Netherlands meditative fragrance,
Know that they have almost like a bird was born.
She looked at, does not see the dream become a mirror of the moon,
So she lifted her foot invisible white silence.
A show of his silence.
It was the harp, before the rain and speech.
She did not know.
White students in the air,
With the stars, with flowers, with trees, with trembling.
She shoots, the green of her body.
With my ignorance
Stars together
In order to dig in her eyes two lakes
Been overwhelmed by the sea two.
I remember ... ...
Nothing else, she died, far away.
The second recall
... ... Kissing softly and wings of the swing ... ...
- Becker
Also in the past,
A long time ago in the shadow of the rebellion,
Burning feathers down to the world,
A bird can die for a time when Lily.
Previously, before you ask me
My body's number and address.
In the body for a long time ago.
In the soul era.
At that time, your crown in heaven is not open forehead,
Dream's first dynasty.
At that time, you see me in the nothingness.
Invented the first sentence of speech.
So we meet.
The third memory
... ... Decorated with gold feather fan in the back of ... ... son
- Becker
Although the sky with jasmine and snow waltz no marriage
Air did not expect your hair may be issued by the music,
The king did not buried under the command of a book to violet.
No.
That's the starting swallows travel
Mouth shell is not our names.
Cows and vines
Climbing the balcony and the stars can not die.
That time,
A bird's shoulders can not support the live flower head.
Thus, in the back of your fans, with our
The first moon.
Wangyangleyi
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Farmers
They doggedly along, bark face,
Ax slash resist, without moving.
Dark head, as if hard flint,
But in the hard shell of the dream fruit. But the fire raging.
Cloak outer emitting a humid atmosphere of lamb,
Inclusive of pocketed inside the tranquil taste of potatoes;
Hard than the hoof is also wear old boots,
Covered with manure and the heavy mud.
Stubborn mule Group beep in the dark,
After a street sidewalk impede pedestrian;
People walked the fields, as many seeds
To sow deep trenches into the furrow.
Many people do not know. But they sure
Is running to win a show's star,
Habits in the days and nights in the new labor,
Kill the dead, in order to get their own survival.
(Translated by Wang Yue Central)
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Songs
Today, the clouds take me
Fly, fly map of Spain,
I cast a shadow
How small, on the river;
How large, in the pasture!
I cast a shadow
It was full of horses.
I immediately, to the shadows
Looking for my home, my village.
I entered the yard, one day
It used to be the source of water.
Although no longer a source of
Zheng Zong it to ring forever.
No flow of water, but also re-
Flow out of the water to me.
(Translated by Wang Yue Central)
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The air in the UK looking south
If the air one day that said to himself:
I'm tired, I'm buggered my name ... ...
I would not want to sign with my name
That carnation and rose curls,
This stream of fine ripple thrown,
It's elegant sea spray flying
And laugh at the white sails of cheek dimples ... ...
.
I lost the way, from the soft
Rise up and sleeping mats,
Leave my bedroom.
I flow from between the vines to rest,
Pierce the dome of the tower on the closed window;
I'm totally into the thin streets,
I beat around the bush, all-pervasive,
Window of the door shaft angle is scratch scratch,
He leads a deep green lobby, courtyard,
Spray soaring there since I million
I wish - and sweet, and despair ... ...
Searched and searched, ah, I am looking for their own name,
What method of lines, what kind of new words children?
Is not it a gust of wind in one breath
A breath, for that word -
Give me wings named the words plug in?
I searched and searched a symbol frustration
To find a find a person to replace me,
He should like me, in this - cut
Fresh in the memories can be keenly felt
The cradle of warm delicate whispers
That the same with a long
Thriller was the same breath -
Like the first morning I was born
First breath, when I heard the light said:
"Fly! You're the air."
If the air one day that said to himself.
(White fly translation)
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