anthology
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Arthur Rimbaud
Drunken Boat
Only when I followed the river flowing inexorably,
I am no longer in control of my trackers course.
Noisy red race them caught and,
Dang Bazi stripped, nailed to the colorful pile.
The fate of all of these sailors, I do not care it
I only Flemish wheat shipment, the British cotton.
When the trackers of the cries and noise dissipation
Let me free water rafting, left free.
I ran over the winter, regardless tide is running,
Children than playing the addictive even deafness.
They have freed themselves from the peninsula saw the cable,
If triumphant rush.
I wish the storm on the sea wake,
I'm dancing, lighter than cork son,
In the sea - the deceased eternal shaker
Ten consecutive night, no lights silly nostalgia eyes.
Green water penetrated my fir hull, -
Sweet and sour apples surpass greedy children,
Wash away the traces of blue and vomiting wine stains,
Wash away my anchor, my rudder.
From then on, I immersed in the sea poem -
O sea, bubble full of stars, like milk;
I eat too much Cuise glaucoma, which sometimes floats through
A pale, meditation and floating dead drunk.
This is a blue and absurd, and the fire of the day
Reflect the slow pace under the twinkling of an eye is dyed -
Mildew love orange in the fermentation, in the bitter,
More strongly than alcohol, vaster than the harp.
I am familiar with the sky in the Crack Under the electro-optic,
Wild waves, currents, and tornadoes; I am familiar with the evening
And as inspiring as the dawn of a group of pigeons,
I have seen one can only imagine the wonders!
I have seen the _set_ting sun, terrorist Black is mysterious,
Long shining purple condensate Hui,
According to the distance the waves roll to the Vibrato,
According to the ancient drama as the chorus!
I dream of the green night, in the blinding snow in the
A kiss on the sea slowly rose eyes
Unheard of in the juice of the cycle,
Yellow and blue phosphorescent singer's awake!
I have several months to catch up with long waves,
Its impact on the reef, just like the crazy stall,
How can the bright idea of Maria's feet are
Able to tame this sea of faces of asthma!
I hit an incredible Foluolida,
Long with people there, leopard skin, leopard eyes mixed in exquisite,
Where rainbow stretched too tightly, like a stud reins
Sea blue sea level _set_ Gunma!
I've seen fermentation swamp, that fishing basket -
Reeds rotten monster sleeping;
The sharp fall of calm waters,
A waterfall into the vortex far sight!
I've seen glaciers, silver sun, the sky Tan,
Pearl Lang, a brown sea of stranded dangerous and unpredictable,
Where the twisted bark of the black fragrance
Fall from the tree the snake bite by bugs!
I really want the kids to see Ariel in the swordfish -
Those golden fish, the fish will sing;
I have no wish to spend the foam anchor and drifting
Words can not describe the wind for my wings.
The sea - with the fatigue of the global victims of all
Used it gently shaking sobs I dream,
I raised it to a bouquet of dark, reveals a yellow hole,
I like women like kneeling, standing still ... ...
Golden eyes like a floating island full of birds,
I shook the ship guano, a ship noise.
I am sailing, cable water from my room,
Floating corpses were often come in small drift backward, sleep! ... ...
I was missing the boat, wrapped in the sea of black hair, the
Kazamaki on the birds or be unattainable Void?
Whether or ironclad sailing the Hanseatic League,
I never expect the skeleton of the sea angling drunk.
I only waves, smoking, let Purple Haze navigation
I drilled a reddish-day break wall, the wall
Long moss the sun, the firmament of tears, -
This is the real poet is a fine jam.
I am Mercedes-Benz, dressed in lightning covered crescent,
Wood escort me crazy is a dense mass of the hippocampus;
When the blue sky with a club defeated in July,
One hanging in the air funnel hot!
My whole body shaking, you can hear the distant Barry
That heat of Hippo, roaring whirlpool
I'll still textile that the blue
I miss the old battlements Europa!
I've seen the stars of the Islands! Where
The days of wild open the door to the Voyager:
"Do you sleep in the middle of the night without end -
Ah, a million golden birds? Ah, the future of vitality? "
But I will not cry! Morning so miserably,
The sun is hard, the whole moon is bad.
So I am full of love spicy drink of wine,
Ah, I wish the keel broken! May I be buried in the sea!
Europe's water if I desire, I just want to look
The street a small black and cold pools, to the evening,
Children squatting on a waterfront full of sorrow,
Put a fragile like a butterfly-like boat.
Wave ah, I soaked your depressed tired
No longer able to follow the track of vessels transported cotton,
Since then, the color's not arrogant walk through,
Not terrible in the eyes of the barge under the water!
White fly translation
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Dusk
Blue summer evening, I will go Youjing,
Regardless of wheat stem thorn skin, walk to hikers;
Qin Liang soles of the feet into feeling that I dream ... ...
Changfeng ah, fanning my head.
I will say nothing, nothing moving;
Endless love from the depths of the soul is spread.
Like Boheme, I will move toward nature,
Joy ah, like with women the same in general.
(Cheng Baoyi translation)
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Vowel
A black, E white, I red, U green, O blue: vowels are,
One day I want to reveal your secret origin:
A, the body of the hairy black fly vest,
Buzzing around the stench of rotation, the dark bay;
E, fog and the tent of the pure, proud of the glacier peak
White king, white like stars spend Vibrato;
I, the bright red spit blood, the beautiful lips Zhu
In anger or penitent drunkenness in the smile;
U, blue sea and the mysterious cycle of amplitude
Cattle ranch full of peace, that alchemy
Carved in hard wrinkles in the forehead of peace;
O, the supremacy of the horn, full of strange piercing sound waves,
Angels celestial bodies and through the silence in between:
Oh, Omega, her bright purple eyes!
White fly translation
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Ophelia
1
Stars sleeping in the quiet and dark of the water
White Ophelia floating like a large lily,
The scarf lying in her long to drift very slowly ... ...
- Far from the forest came the hunter's horn.
Than a thousand years, the melancholy Ophelia
Such as the white ghost walk through the black river;
Than a thousand years, her gentle madness
In the evening breeze crooning love songs to her.
Breeze kissed her breasts, her long scarf
Scattered into the Corolla, water shake it softly;
The thrill of little wicker in her shoulder Chuiqi,
Reed poured in her dream on the broad patio.
Broken wicker around her sigh;
She has awakened the sleeping nest alder,
Which escape while the thrill of little wings:
- Gold stars falling like a mysterious song.
2
Pale Ophelia Oh, the snow usually beautiful!
Yes ah, child, you died in the river in the scroll
- Is that coming from the peak winds of Norway
Speaking of harsh low voice told you the freedom;
Because a gust of wind curl your hair,
Brought to you strange dreams of the soul sound;
Is because the tree groans, sighs in the night
Nature in your heart hear the singing;
Crazy Tao is because the sound of the sea, like a huge breath,
Lingering tear over your mind like a gentle baby;
Because of an April morning, a pale beauty Knight
A poor madman, quietly sitting on your knee!
Heaven! Love! Free! A beautiful dream, the poor crazy girl!
You melt in it, as the snow melted in the fire,
Your great vision choke your words,
Unlimited terrible shocked your blue eyes!
3
Poet said, the stars in the night
You to find the flowers you picked it,
Said he saw the white Ophelia
Lying in her long veil floating, like a great lily.
White fly translation
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Faun's head
In the woods this gilded treasure box in the green spot,
This gorgeous flowers in the woods and dim in the open,
Sleep sweet kiss,
That up_set_ a suddenly lively and beautiful,
Faun dismay, raised his eyes
White teeth between the dangling red flowers,
His bright lips like old wine,
Laughter among the branches.
He ran away - like a squirrel -
His smile is still tremble on every leaf,
A gray bird flying disturbed
The woods are thought of golden kiss.
Gray, Liang Dong translation
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Crow
When the cold enveloped the grass,
Depressed village
Bell long silence ... ...
Of nature in the desolate,
God, you down from the sky
This elegant lovely crow.
Singular cry, as sharply cold Military,
Attack your nest,
You rolling along the yellow river flow,
In the vertically cross the road,
Cave in the ditch and the hole on the
Spread it, gather it!
In the new war dead lying
French winter wilderness,
Thousands to you circled
As the cause of each pedestrian thinking!
The cries of those who do this mission now,
Ah, we dressed in mourning black black!
However, the sky, the Holy One,
Let the song in May warbler
High in the oak tree
In that disappeared into the vast twilight of the mast,
Companion to those people,
Suffered a crushing defeat in the war
Delivered to them
Depths of the forest of withered grass.
Gray, Liang Dong translation
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Childhood
Ⅰ
Rattus the darling of the black eyes, no parents, no home, than
Flemish people of Mexico and the legend is more noble, and his territory was green grass,
Yo Bitian, he ran on the beach, no boat waves Zeng Yi Xi fierce
Greeks, Slavs and the Celtic name for the beach name.
To the edge of the forest - dream flowers "Doraemon" shining, -
Orange lips girl, kneeling on the infiltration into the flood ranch, rainbow, flowers
Sea grass and cast a shadow on her body, its population covered her naked body Tsing Yi.
Women stroll on the beach, the girls and the tall girl
Schungite between the dark shining bubble, precious stones scattered in the garden and jungle thaw
Fertile soil on top of - the young mother and older sister were lookin pilgrims
Eyes, the Sudan Yong Rong Huagui Queen and Princess were walking lightly, there are outside
Country girl, and his mouth hint of sadness in the woman.
More trouble worry, eyes full of "close to the body" and "warm heart!"
Ⅱ
She, the dead girl rose bush. - The late young mother
Down the steps. - Cousin of the carriage creaked in the sand. -
Little brother - (he was in India!), Where the face of the _set_ting sun, stood open
Pasture full of pink flowers. - And old people, have been buried in the violet bloom
The city walls.
Hive-like leaves around the general's former residence. They are the South.
- Follow the red road, people came to the empty inn. Castle has a
Sale; shutters loose and messy. - Father of the church must have been taken away
Key. - Park around, guarding the residence has been empty, high fence
Song, saw the trembling Shujian. Moreover, there are no views.
Grasslands extend to no cock, no anvil in the country. Opened the gate.
Oh! Passion of the Christ of the wilderness, the desert mill, Islands and the haystack!
Magic flower humming, slope shaking. Legendary beast excellent
Accor to walk. Clouds piled up in tears in the eternal sea and air together.
Ⅲ
Forest, a bird, it's song makes you stop, make you blush.
Has never rung a bell.
There was a swamp beast hidden in the white hole.
There is a church fall and rise a lake.
Have an abandoned car dressed in ribbons, slide down the forest paths.
A group of good young actors dressed up the edge of the road through the jungle.
One outcome: When you hungry, some people will expel you.
Ⅳ
I am the saint, to pray in the open - just as tame animals buried
The first grazing until the Palestinian waterfront.
I am that wise man, sitting in a dark chair. Branches and rain, investment
Windows in the study.
I was the Traveler, walking in the jungle between the road; gate of noise,
Cover my footsteps. I gazed long melancholy sun_set_ pouring cash flow.
I was a foundling, was thrown in the vast sea of the embankment; or a
Little bit the coachman groom, his forehead touched the heavens.
Road rugged hills covered with shrubs. Air freezing. Birds and Qing
Quan far away! Then move forward, presumably on to the end of the world.
Ⅴ
Finally, rent me a grave, white-lime, a convex _set_
The cement line, - deep underground.
I am quiet desk before the light shines I reread the newspapers and tedious journeying
Books.
I head underground salon has a vast space, housing, like planting
Things like the growth of heavy mist floor. Black and red sludge, magic city, endless
The night!
The lower drop of water, surrounded by massive land only. May be poles apart, the fire
Well? Perhaps the moon and comets, oceans and myth in this meet?
Bitterness, I think the sapphire and the metal ball. I was silent
Owner. Why is the sky in the corner, there will be a gray window?
Translated by Wang Pei
Poem _select_ed from the ranks Fuqin