outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Remy de Gourmont
Hair
Mo West is satisfied, there is a big mystery
Grove in your hair.
You shook the smell of dry core, you shook the beast
Slept in the aroma of stone;
You shook the smell of cooked skin, you just toss off gilded
Wheat flavor;
You smell of gilded wood, gilded morning sent you
The aroma of bread;
Shortage of you sticking out along the wall
The smell of the flowers open;
You shook blackberry flavor, you shook the rain washed
Ivy fragrance;
You sticking out between the cut of the evening
Wei flavor rushes and ferns;
You smell of holly sticking out, you shook the smell of moss,
You shook the shade in the fence end of the seed
Bad smell of yellow grass;
Broom sticking out your scent, such as nettle,
You shook the smell of alfalfa, the smell of you spitting milk;
You shook the smell of fennel;
You gilded walnut flavor, ripe and taken you under the gilded
Fruit flavor;
Fan leaves you full of flowers sticking out when
Willow and lime flavor;
You shook the smell of honey, and you wander in the pasture in the gilded
Fragrance of life;
You shook the smell of soil and river;
You love the smell of gilded, you spit fire flavor.
Mo West is satisfied, there is a big mystery
Grove in your hair.
Dai Translation
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Hawthorn
Mo West is satisfied, your gentle hands have scars,
You cried, I have to laugh this adventure.
Hawthorn defense of its heart and its shoulders,
It has promised to give the skin its the best kiss.
It has dressed its dreams and prayers of the big screen,
Understanding that it and the whole earth;
Understanding it and the morning sun,
Was awakened Qunfeng are dreaming of alfalfa and thyme,
And the blue birds, bees and flies,
And the whole body wrapped in velvet large wasps landed,
And beetles, bees slender, golden chestnut Hornets,
And dragonflies, and butterflies,
And all the fun, and in the air
As to dancing like a pansy pollen has wandered;
Understanding it and the midday sun,
And clouds, wind, and rain,
And all past, and as red as roses,
Shone like mirrors in the twilight of the sun,
And smiling children, and on and dew,
And swans, and Vega, and the Galaxy;
It has such a bright white on the forehead and its soul is so pure,
Make it a natural in love in all its own.
Dai Translation
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Holly
Mo West is satisfied, the sun smiling at the holly leaves;
April has come and our games.
He will be more flowers over the shoulder,
He sent flowers thorns, chestnut, willow;
He will leave the water the grass longevity, in turn heather
Leave the trees where the branches with elongation;
He will vote in the quiet shade of violet, the BlackBerry, the
There, he was bold enough to bare their possession of good and depress;
Daisy and he will have a small bell collar
Primrose flowers to all the pastures;
Lily of the valley, and together he let fall in Pulsatilla
The woods along the secluded paths cooler;
He will be grass on the roof iris
And our gardens, Mo West is satisfied, where there is good sun,
He spread the dove flowers and pansy,
Hyacinth and cloves that good flavor.
Dai Translation
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Fog
Mo West is satisfied, put on your cloak and your big black boots wood,
We will like to go by boat wildly through the fog.
We will go to the island to the United States, where women
As beautiful as the trees, like as in naked souls;
We will go to those on the island, where men
As soft as a lion, dressed in long brown hair.
To ah, that did not create the world from our dreams waiting
Its laws, its joy, the God who made trees blossom
And the Ye-hyun leaves the quiet sound of wind.
To ah, innocent of the world out from the Guanzhong.
Mo West is satisfied, put on your cloak and your big black boots wood,
We will like to go by boat wildly through the fog.
We will go to those on the island, where there are mountains,
Can be seen from the mountain wilderness of the flat silence of the size,
And the grass in the fields on the well-being of animals gnawing,
The same as the shepherd of willow trees, and the fork with Wo
Carts piled on top of the rice bundles:
Also according to the sun, sheep rest on
Animal room and in front of the garden,
This garden gilded Burnet, lettuce and thyme scent.
Mo West is satisfied, put on your cloak and your big black boots wood,
We will like to go by boat wildly through the fog.
We will go to those on the island, where the gray and blue pine
Drifting in the west when their hair singing.
We are lying in their fragrant shade, will hear
Desire that the pain of being affected by waiting
Physical resurrection of the specter of trouble when the grievances.
To ah, infinite in a coma and laughter, the world is intoxicated with:
Matsushita fell into a deep dream, we promise will hear
Love, then god, then endless words.
Mo West is satisfied, put on your cloak and your big black boots wood,
We will like to go by boat wildly through the fog.
Dai Translation
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Snow
Mo West is satisfied, and your neck, like snow white,
Mo is satisfied that the West, snow and white as your knee.
Mo West is satisfied, your hands and as cold as snow,
Mo West is satisfied, your heart as cold and snow.
Snow only by dissolving a kiss of fire,
Your heart only by dissolving a kiss and say goodbye.
Melancholy in the snow with pine branches,
Your forehead with worry in your hair under the chestnut.
Mo West is satisfied, your sister slept in the courtyard of snow.
Mo West is satisfied, you are my snow and my love.
Dai Translation
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Dead leaf
Mo West is satisfied, go to the forest: the leaves have been falling out;
They covered changtae, stone and trails.
Mo West is satisfied, you love the sound of you walking on the leaves?
They have such a soft color, the tone is so calm,
They are so vulnerable on the ground pieces!
Mo West is satisfied, you love the sound of you walking on the leaves?
They have such a sad time in the evening look;
When the wind to float switch to them, they whine so gently!
Mo West is satisfied, you love the sound of you walking on the leaves?
When the pace devastate them, they are equally as soul, crying,
They flutter their wings to make clothes of totally cut the sound and the woman Ji sound.
Mo West is satisfied, you love the sound of you walking on the leaves?
To ah: we die once they become poor leaves,
To ah: the night was coming, but the wind has brought us.
Mo West is satisfied, you love the sound of you walking on the leaves?
Dai Translation
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Creek
Mo West is satisfied, the river sings a simple song,
To ah, we will come to Deng Xin Peng bone between the leather and go,
Is noon: people leaving behind their plows,
And I, I will see your Mingyao Municipal water enough.
River is the mother fish and flowers,
Trees, birds, smell and color of the mother,
She flew in turn eaten by Google
A distant place to drink plenty of water birds,
She gave green fly green belly drink
She paddled wildly to the slave ship as the water spider water.
River is the mother of the fish: she to them
Insects, grass, air and ozone gas;
She gave them love; she gave them wings,
So that they trace their shadows to the horizon of women.
River is the mother of flowers, Hong's mother,
All made of water and some sun, something's mother:
She fed sainfoin and grass, and fragrant honey
Spiraea, and Verbascum grass.
It is like a bird hairy leaves
She fed wheat, alfalfa and reed;
She fed ramie; she fed flax;
She fed oats, barley and buckwheat;
She fed rye, He Liu, and Ringo tree;
She fed willows and tall poplars.
River is the mother of the trees: a beautiful oak
Have used their vascular bed in her draw water.
Fertile river to the sky: When it rains,
It is a river, she ascended to heaven, and heavy down;
River is a very powerful and very pure and mothers.
River is all a natural mother.
Mo West is satisfied, the river sings a simple song,
To ah, we will go to the rushes and Punta interosseous;
Is noon: people leaving behind their plows,
And I, I will see your Mingyao Municipal water enough.
Dai Translation
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Orchard
Mo West is satisfied with a wicker basket,
Go to the fruit garden.
We will have our Ringo said the tree,
Into the orchard at the time:
Ringo season has arrived,
Go to the orchard, West Mo is satisfied,
Go to the orchard.
Ringo fly the tree full of wasps
Have been ripe for Ringo
Big buzz a while
In the old Ringo around the tree.
Ringo trees are covered with Ringo,
Go to the orchard, West Mo is satisfied,
Go to the orchard.
We will adopt a red Ringo,
Ringo Wong Ringo and blue,
It also adopted the meat has been thoroughly cooked
Ringo Ringo wine brewing.
Ringo season has arrived,
Go to the orchard, West Mo is satisfied,
Go to the orchard.
You will have the smell of Ringo
On your tunic and your hands
And your hair will be full of
The gentle fragrance of autumn.
Ringo trees are covered with Ringo,
Go to the orchard, West Mo is satisfied,
Go to the orchard.
Mo West is satisfied, you will be my orchard
And my Ringo tree;
Mo West is satisfied, in time to open the Hornets
From your heart and my orchards.
Ringo season has arrived,
Go to the orchard, West Mo is satisfied,
Go to the orchard.
Dai Translation
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Garden
Mo West is satisfied, the garden in August
Is fragrant, plump and gentle:
It has turnip and radish,
Eggplant and sweet radish,
In between those pale lettuce,
Then there is the patient to eat lettuce;
Further away, it is by a Chinese cabbage,
Our garden is full and gentle.
Peas to climb down the pole climbing;
Just as those who climb pole
Green jersey dress decorated with red flower child of the young woman the same.
Here is the beans,
This is from Jerusalem to the gourd.
Are out of Shallot one o'clock came,
Also decorated with a cognizance of their own,
Our garden is full and gentle.
Whole body dressed in lace aspartic
Results ripe seeds of their coral;
Those chain of flowers, the pious virgin,
Scaffolding has to do with their large glass windows of a flower,
Without taking into account those without thinking pumpkin
Good sun in their cheeks swelled;
It smelled the smell of thyme and fennel,
Our garden is full and gentle.
Dai Translation
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Mill
Mo West is satisfied, the mill has been very old, and its wheels
Man dressed in moss, deep in a hole turning:
People are afraid of the, wheels in the past, wheels turning
Like doing an eternal hard labor.
Soil shuddered, as if the people on the steamboat,
In the heavy night, and the vast sea between:
People are afraid of the, wheels in the past, wheels turning
Like doing an eternal hard labor.
Dark; people hear the heavy millstone crying
They are softer than my grandmother and older:
People are afraid of the. Wheel in the past, wheels turning
Like doing an eternal hard labor.
Millstone is so soft, so aging grandmother,
A child can stand, some water can contribute to:
People are afraid of the, wheels in the past, wheels turning
Like doing an eternal hard labor.
They grind the wheat, rich and poor,
They are also ground rye, wheat and wheat Hill:
People are afraid of the, wheels in the past, wheels turning
Like doing an eternal hard labor.
They are like the apostles and the largest kind,
They do that and bless us and save us the complexion:
People are afraid of the, wheels in the past, wheels turning
Like doing an eternal hard labor.
They feed people and submissive animals,
Our hands and those who love our animals died:
People are afraid of the, wheels in the past, wheels turning
Like doing an eternal hard labor.
They walked, they cry, they rotate, they call Ming,
Since the past has been since the founding of the world since the beginning:
People are afraid of the, wheels in the past, wheels turning
Like doing an eternal hard labor.
Mo West is satisfied, the mill is very old: it's wheels,
Man dressed in moss, deep in a hole in the turning.
Dai Translation
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Church
Mo West is satisfied, I am willing, evening twilight of the bustle
And the children are singing songs of praise as soft.
Just as a dark old Didi church;
Rose Fragrance with love and calm and the smell of smoke.
I am willing, we will quietly walked slowly,
Of people being affected by mowing salute back;
I'm going to open Chaifei for you,
The dog will look sadly and chase us for a long time.
When you pray, I will think of those who
Building the walls, bell tower, balcony
Looked almost like a bear too heavy a
The burden of our daily sins of the pack animal of the main hall of the people.
Think of those people text chisel stone arches,
They are then placed in the corridor of a saint under the water bottles,
Think of the emperor who spent painting on glass
And a child sleeping in the cottage of the people.
I will think of those blacksmiths cross
Cock, the door durian, the iron door of people,
Thought of that wood carving
Joining hands in the dead saint of the beautiful people.
I think that the copper melting clock people,
Where they dropped into a golden lamb to go,
Think of those 1211 people who dig graves points:
In the tomb of St. E Amor sleep with, like, like treasure.
Dai Translation
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