outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Sidney Lanier
Struggle
My soul, such as a paddle, in a moment,
Died of despair under the pressure of Hai Lang,
And then flashed the waves, and skimming the sea,
I second the resurrection, since a new tomb.
Translated by Yu Kuang-chung
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The days of black crow
Our fire has been extinguished, and our hearts are broken,
Our only family left to the ghost
Only the ghost of the eyes and empty Lament
Between friends, said a silent grief.
Oh, the days of crow, black crow in the blue days,
Title to us, with your sharp-tongued sharp ivory,
Tomorrow, the country's distant point mark
Streaks of sea-green dawn, some orange line marks.
Floating on the evening of the columns you, always noisy -
We cover your husband cool spirit to shadow.
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 in the blue days,
Are we there will not be warm light?
Is tomorrow's splendid mountain country,
Will not flash, the opposite side from the plain sad?
Translated by Yu Kuang-chung
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Night and day
Cute innocent dead during the day.
Night to kill her in her bed -
Ah, the Moors courtship, Murder are mad!
- To Lianger to burn out, he said.
The stars and the girl's eyes
Not as bright, the kind of cute -
This has been jis the unknown dead.
- She was dead, dead, he said.
Way Station after the sad mood,
Woo woo black night was hard to sit down -
To the early light of dawn when he was courting.
- I hope she is alive, he said.
Silver Star memories silently emission field,
The lover of hospitality, love poem to imitate,
Let him remember the good times past.
Ah, the Moors courtship, Murder are mad!
- To Lianger to burn out, he said.
The stars and the girl's eyes
Not as bright, the kind of cute -
This has been jis the unknown dead.
- She was dead, dead, he said.
Way Station after the sad mood,
Woo woo black night was hard to sit down -
To the early light of dawn when he was courting.
- I hope she is alive, he said.
Silver Star memories silently emission field,
The lover of hospitality, love poem to imitate,
Let him remember the good times past.
- Come back, which during the day, he said.
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