outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Fernando Pessoa
She was singing, the poor man Reaper
She was singing, poor cuts and binds the people,
Maybe she felt happy;
Singing. Cut, her voice, full of
Inexplicable joy and loneliness,
Mildly, such as birds crows
In the sky of Clean, such as washing,
The tunes are gentle ups and downs
It was her singing voice.
I am happy and listening to her sing sad
There are fields that voice, and busy,
She sings as if she thought
More important than raw words is singing.
Ah, sing it. Freedom to sing
My experience is thinking.
Your voice in the floating ambiguity
Filled in my heart!
Ah! If I could be you
Is so happy to have you open-minded,
And the kind of calm! O sky!
Field ah! Song ah! Learning
Life is so heavy and so short!
Come in for me! My hazel? Br> return you to the shade!
Then, take me, and floated away!
(Ding Wenlin translation)
-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
Scaffold
I dream of the time
There are too many brilliant young?
Over the years but I, ah,
Life is only a false
A fictional world of the future!
In this riverside
I have no reason to serenity.
It flows quietly
Mysterious and cold. Symbol
Wasted life time.
Difficult to achieve the aspirations of ah!
How can the ideal of equal opportunity?
A child playing ball
Jumped higher than I wish to,
Turn faster than my ideal.
Water ripples, so minor
You hardly ripple,
Years time, instant
Gone - just the sun
Yi kill in snow or green.
I would not have run out of everything.
I have a lot of old than the actual me.
Fantasy, has supported me,
Queen of the stage is only:
Off costumes, no to the kingdom.
Bradycardia of the water softly sing,
Away the image is Xia Xiang,
In the vague hope
What a lazy memory!
What a fantastic life and dream!
What do I own? I found myself
I'm almost lost in the moment.
I had to abandon their anger,
Throw away a stubborn like crazy
Convinced that the fake was exposed.
Bradycardia of the water singing boring
No alternative but to flow,
Not only took away all memory
More that the destruction of hope -
Destroyed, because of the need to perish.
I was a zombie the future.
Only a dream with me as one solution
It is an old dream fathom not go
I belong to that dream -
My empty garden walls.
Passage of the wave, take me
Forgetting towards the sea!
Please give my future style
I have put up scaffolding
That created the premises.
(Ding Wenlin translation)
|