outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Emily Bronte
Yi
You get cold, in the ground, covered with thick snow
Away from the world, in the cold gloom of the grave?
When you cut off all of the time was finally isolated
Only love ah, how can I forget to love you?
Now I've been lonely, but do I miss
No longer wandering in the north coast and hills,
And the rest in the land of fern leaves and patches of heather
Your noble heart will always cover the place?
Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers
From those brown hills melted into spring;
After so many years of change and sorrow,
The soul that remembers loyalty has qualify!
Sweet Love of youth, if I forgot you, please forgive me,
Tides of this world are involuntarily push me,
Other desires and other hopes haunt me,
They are obscure, but it will not do thee wrong!
No later light shine my bully,
No second for me dawn light,
The happiness of my life is to give your life,
The happiness of my life, ah, have the grave with thee.
However, when the days of golden dreams fade away,
Even Despair was powerless to destroy,
So I learned to cherish life, support,
By others to enrich their lives, rather than by joy.
I forbid you my young soul desire
I embarked on inhibition of the tears of useless passion,
I strictly refused the fire I'm longing for the grave -
The tomb, ah, more than I own.
Even so, I dare not let the soul trying to come up,
Not obsessed with memories of pain and ecstasy;
Once the pain was the most sacred intoxicated,
How can this be for me to empty this world?
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Songs
Cardinals flying in the rock valley.
Gao Xiang in the wilderness over Braun,
Bees in the heather flowers, and flowers
Hide my beautiful wife;
Deer grazing in her chest.
Official hatchery where wild birds,
They ah - she of love,
Has her blog, her office alone.
I suppose, when the dark wall of the tomb
The shape of her figure just to live
They had thought their heart
Will never forget the joy of happiness.
They thought the tide had sad
Will flow over the coming years.
But now where have their tears?
In their grief and security?
Nothing more, so that they compete for honor of the wind,
Or to chase shadows of joy,
Occupants of land of death ah
Is different from the past, indifferent.
Even if they never looked at her,
And crying to Leiquan dry,
She also get to sleep, would not answer,
Even A to sigh.
Blow, west wind, blowing the lonely grave,
Summer stream Yes, whispered the small winter!
People do not want other voices
Comfort my wife's dream.
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Hope
Want to just shy of the companions -
She sat in my row, the
Who sit on the sidelines of selfishness
Observed whatever the outcome of my fate.
She was timid and so cool.
Depressing day, I make eye contact,
I hope to see the face,
Surprised to find her face immediately turned back!
Like a false guard surveillance in false,
Side of the enemy he has also hinted peace;
When I was weeping when she sang the lyrics
When I listen she Jinkou silent.
Her heart like a stone, and false.
When I finally joy full of fallen everywhere,
Seeing this sad relics scattered
Even the "sorrow" is endless regret;
The hope, she would have to quietly whisper
For the suffering of those who wish to apply cream mad pain, -
But extended wings and flew to heaven,
Never came back, but not video from comprehensive.
(White fly translation)
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I sit alone
I sit alone; summer day
Lost in the brilliant smile;
I see it gone, I look at it
From the hazy hills and no wind, the grass disappeared;
Thought in my soul burst out,
My heart is under the power of its submission;
Tears in my eyes, such as Chung,
Feelings because I can not say that a clear,
In the sacred hour of no interference,
The seriousness of the joy around me quietly slipped into.
I asked myself: "ah, God Why
Refused to put the precious gift to me,
That glorious gift to many people
Allow them to voice their thoughts in poetry! "
"Those who dream surrounded me," I said:
"To never worry joyful time since childhood;
Provide a variety of fanatical fantasy fantasy
Since it is still their prime period of life. "
But now, when I had hoped to sing,
My fingers have touched a chord without sound;
The lyrics of the refrain is still the
"Do not be fought; everything is in vain."
Translated by Yang yi
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Dark night around me
Dark night around me
Cold winds to roar,
But there is a rude spell lock me,
I can not, can not go.
Huge trees bending,
Snow pressure over their branches;
Blizzard is rapidly coming,
But I can not go.
My head is cloudy,
I'm mad ocean torrent below;
What does not make me any dark moving
I do not, can not go.
Translated by Yang yi
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