outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Stephane Mallarme
Space
Clear that the eternal irony of space
Careless beauty blossoming, the weight of weak poet
Unbearable, he through the grief
Barren desert, curse their talents.
Escape, close your eyes, I feel space
Guilt with a shocked look on me,
My heart is empty. Where to escape? What night of terror
Can fragments, Shuaixiang this sad contempt?
Fog, ah, rising Come on! To you monotonous ashes
And the ragged fog all dumped in the long
Marsh was flooded in autumn gray heaven
Build a huge canopy of quiet!
You forgot the river from the trouble dear
Along to find some silt and pale Arundo donax,
Never tired to use the hand, the bird
Malicious piercing blue hole one block.
There! Autumn is willing to keep the chimney
Smoke, carbon black, such as floating cell
Dragging the black mist terrible
Cover the yellow sky, the sun dying!
- Heaven is dead. - Towards you, I run.
Oh, material,
Let him forget the evil and cruel unnatural,
Share here in the martyrs
Happy people like animals lying lying bedding.
Now that I finally like empty brain
Throw in the corner of the cosmetics box
I can not dress up crying thinking
I would like yawning in the grass, sadly, the dark face of death ... ...
What is the use! Space wins, and I heard it
The clock in the singing. Ah, my soul,
Also out of the sound, and that victory even more abhorrent to me scared
It comes from or the active metal, dressed in blue bell!
It is through the mist, still as before
If a sword, piercing pain your instincts;
Useless in this fight evil where the escape?
I was wrapped around Fun. Space! Space! Space! Space!
Translation Baixiao Yue Fei
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Melancholy Summer
Sun, the beach, oh, the sleeping woman warrior,
Heat the water bath tired, your blonde
Sun to the aroma of your face hostility,
Also love spring and tears mixed with each other.
The white light and was reduced temporarily
Make you sad to say, oh, my timid kiss,
"We will not only ancient desert
And happiness of the dead lying under the palm! "
Your hair, it is a warm river, where
Chande restless soul of our indifference disappeared
You are not familiar with the die floats!
Red powder rinse your tears I will taste
See if it is to let your heart
Become as ruthless as the blue sky and stone.
Translation Baixiao Yue Fei
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Swan
Pure, lively, beautiful, it is today
Whether the wings flapping mad drunk, tear
This is the forgotten Kennedy Lake, a hundred frost the following
Not fly transparent glaciers, Health and hesitate at that!
Remembered his old swan
Was as heroic vitality, but now no hope of escape
Sterile winter because when the time to bring trouble
It is not long for heaven and earth sing as one.
This white bird painful
It denies space from prisoners,
It jitter body, but not to fly.
It is pure brilliance specify it here
This specter of a motionless, cold contempt into dream
Swan has a useless exile in contempt.
Translation Baixiao Yue Fei
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Sigh
My soul, the quiet sister, ah, flying to your forehead,
Covered with freckles dream of thinking that the fall in long,
Fly your angelic eyes, fluttering into the sky,
Like depression, the white fountain garden
Faithfully toward the space sigh!
- October compassion toward the pale sky of pure,
Infinite space in the huge reservoirs dejected mapping,
It lets the sun in the dead of yellow water
Dragging a long light, where leaves
The wind drift, draw a cold pear ditch.
Translation Baixiao Yue Fei
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Rejuvenation
Sickly, sad to put the winter early spring
Drive away, bright and clean in winter, when the uncertain art season
I was depressed the blood vessels in the body to dominate
Unable Shenzhuolanyao, the name of a long yawn.
Pale, cool evening in front of me
Hoop old tombs in detention, such as my head
Sadly, after my dream of roaming in the dim,
Marching field, a vitality in the waves that
Then, I am unable to fall into the trees and, weary land,
Face to dig a cave, to install my dream,
I bit the warmth of the earth grow cloves,
I blankly, waiting for trouble rises ... ...
- The space on the fence with a smile, there are
Many woke up the birds chirp facing the sun.
Translation Baixiao Yue Fei
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People ringing bells
Pure in the morning, the atmosphere in the clear and deep,
When the bell came to, issuing crisp sound,
Drifting across the child's head, the children happily
They begin in the lavender and thyme in the Angelus,
Ringing bells on the head of the birds passing sun and swayed,
It is riding on the old bell rope tied to stone,
Anxiously humming Gula Ding Wen prayer
Heard only the distant jingling sound.
I was such a person. Alas! In the hope of the night,
I only have pulled that bell rope ideal ring,
Faithful wings playing in the cold sin,
Intermittent sound coming from the empty hole is!
However, one day, so I was tired in vain to pull,
Oh, Satan, I will move away the stone, and hanged.
QIAN Chun-Chi Translation
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Afternoon of a Faun
Faun:
Linzey the fairies, I would like them to eternal life.
How clear
They are talking about flesh-colored light and dancing in the air,
Air was sleepy bunch.
Could I love a dream?
I have a bunch of questions like the shadows of the ancient night
Ended with numerous twigs, and still is true the woods,
Prove that I devoted to my lonely self -
Alas! The ideal of a bouquet of roses the illusion of celebration.
So let's see ... ...
You may judge of the female image
Just live your vain desire to draw!
Faun which, from the most pure illusion, a narcissus
And blue eyes like Leiquan as cold flow,
Another of her control but endless sigh,
Do you think like a summer breeze blowing on your wool?
No, not this! In the quiet and sleepy fainting in
To resist the cool morning, he incurs the heat suffocation,
There is not any gurgling sound of water? Only my reed
The chord beams and trees; that only the wind
Swiftly out from the double-reed pipe blowing,
It turned into a drought in the rain all over her flute before
Do not move along the wrinkles the horizon,
This unit visible, artificial inspiration of the gas,
This is only the wind, quietly away back to heaven.
Ah, the shores of Sicily, quiet flooding
Vanity and the sun was my first to plunder the fire,
Sparks in full bloom under your default, and ask you to give evidence:
"While I was here in the hollow of the reed stems excised
"And domesticated it with genius, the distant green
'Shining Golden glory vine dedicated to spring,
"There was a wave of white animals, ready to rest,
Heard the prelude to the birth of a Reed leisurely sounded,
Flush a group of swans - no! Panic is the fairies
Run away
"Or into the water ... ..."
BBQ was all groggy,
Blind pursuit of so many who desire marriage as one
Why skills, can escape but not all fled
So I only taste the initial enthusiasm, to come forward to stand up straight,
In the ancient illuminated optical flow alone and
Lily ah! You have the most innocent one of them.
In addition to this sweet, nothing of their lips spread
In addition to a breach of trust to ensure that whisper softly kiss.
My chest (to testify Virgin) can be proved:
Where there is dignity mysterious wounds left teeth,
However, everything! The mystery of who to talk to this?
Only confided to the days of playing the dual reed
It is the feeling of apprehension turned to face its own,
In the long solo in the dream, dreamed we two together
Pretending shyness to the surrounding beauty teasing
Let the United States and our credulous song dodge each other;
As the melodious tunes of love to sing in general,
From the usual dreams, the pure waist and back -
I close my eyes, look to treat it closely follows -
Let piece of loud, unreal, monotonous line had died.
Ah, cunning reed, escape of the musical instruments, try!
You quickly re-flowering, you wait for my lake!
I am proud to noisy, it is necessary to promote long the goddess;
Still use the brush and color idolatry
Again removed from the shadow of their crony.
So, when I drain the grapes in the light,
In order to eliminate regret I pretended to disperse,
I laughed at this summer inflammation moxibustion days, to lift it
A bunch of empty grape skins of the grapes to shine blow
As one greedy drunk, I Perspective them until evening.
Oh, Linzey fairy, let us return to the changing billion
Blowing round:
"My eyes through Weicong, fired fairy neck,
"When they immersed themselves in the hot wave,
"Take over the woods as soon as Nujiao to throw to,
"So they are like waves of glorious hair bath
"Hidden man of the thrill of jasper and precious stones, Flash!
"I rushed to the scene; ah, I see in my feet
"The two fairy (because avatar is interlinked and emaciated II))
"Intertwined in the risk between the arms of sleep;
"I did not unlock their embrace, one seized them,
"This has been rushed into the shadows of hate bush light off,
"Here, Rose drain dry in the sun in all the aromatic,
"Here, our play day with the burning phase
Like. "
I adore you, virgins anger, ah, joy -
Canton, shy naked sacred music from the heavy load,
They slip, put my lips on fire escape
Trembling lips as lightning! Swig trembling body secret:
Her feet from the relentless, to shy of her heart,
Moistened at the same time abandoned their purity, -
I do not know the tears that is fanatical, or indifferent to Lucy?
"When I am happy to take to the horrors of betrayal,
"My sin is solved the two goddesses
. Was locked in a clumps of entangled kiss;
"When I was about to make a fire of laughter
"Tibet into ups and downs of being a goddess of the wave,
(And looked after with one finger to another -
"That did not float to the surface blush of innocent sister,
"Would you like sister group of her passion has red white,)
"Unexpectedly to my fainting due to the death of arms made true,
"My prey would suddenly break free, take leave,
"Fickle, and without mercy lends drunk I cry."
With her go! Others will lead me luck,
To their horns on my head braids and tied together.
You know, my passion has been ripe and crimson,
Each pomegranate will burst and make the buzzing of bees,
In love with our blood that it captured people,
For the bees and the eternal desire torrent rolling.
When the forest dyed gold and gray,
Leaves a festive frenzy between the rise:
Mount Etna! Venus is precisely to look for you,
She _set_ foot on the heel of your sincere hot magma,
Sad dream more than thunder, and its flame gradually disappear.
After I caught a fairy!
Can not escape punishment ... ...
No, just,
Heavy body and the mind empty words
Slowly succumb to arrogant silence at noon.
Powerless, that we lay down on the parched sand.
Sign sleep, to forget the stupid things blasphemous,
I also love his mouth open, toward the star panacea wine!
Farewell, fairies; I will see you into the film.
(White fly translation)
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Sea breeze
Body really sad, alas! Also read the book rolls tired.
Escape! Only escape! I know seabirds intoxication:
Lakeshore no strangers into flying again!
No, nothing calls no, despite the ancient garden
Reflected in the eyes can never expect to reclaim our hearts,
Call it the sea to wallow in Mozambique, despite the solitary,
Night ah! Illuminates a clear cover of the empty white paper
Let the young woman clasps the child.
I'm going! Ship ah, adjust your planting mast Hangzhou,
Pull anchor, the opening to find exotic scenery.
A tired, the hope that the number of strikes,
Also attached to several parties last farewell handkerchief!
Can also perhaps, attract storm mast
Except for the same day will be the vitality and backward,
But not sail, and Wuhu in the island but not onions ... ...
But the heart, to listen to it, the sailors sings good!
Translated by Bian Zhilin
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