法国 阿波里奈尔 Guillaume Apollinaire  法国   (1880~1918)
One poem at a time

Guillaume Apollinaire
  May
  May beautiful boat on the Rhine in May
  Were high in the hills overlooking the beautiful women
  What a beauty helpless faces of the people ship voyage
  Ah you make the ship weeping willows along the river Sorrow
  However, the orchard behind the bustling present
  Fallen flowers of cherry blossoms in May a
  As if my sweetheart Xianzhi
  Like withered petals of her eyelids
  Gypsy river people slowly walk the road
  A bear of a monkey holding a dog
  In the Rhine River Vineyard lopsided
  In the donkey caravan with drag behind
  May the bright May the grapes
  And rose the gentle vine encrusted ruins
  Stir shore reeds and flowers of grapes
  Swaying in the breeze whisper Rhine
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  Night Rhine
  I spilled the cup seems to always be a mass of surplus fire fibrillation
  Please listen attentively listening melodious voice that boatman
  Narrative with seven women who have seen the moonlight
  Get their hair purple hair drooping feet
  Stood in a circle singing loud side edge dance
  So I no longer hear the sound boatman
  Ah girl with fair hair approached my side
  From the eyes Ningzhumanjuan beautiful long braids that
  Rhine River Rhine has been drunk to the Grape
  Reflection of the river at night and shake off the number of gold
  Although not absolutely curl hoarse voice remaining
  Dai made the fairy ah their summer in Acura
  Broken glass if I burst out laughing
  (Xu known free translation)
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  Beads on wave 挢
  La Seine wave in the dense under Jiao Yang Bo
  Our love
  What should recall
  Often in pain to the joy of the back
  Let the night come to the bell chant
  Passage of time does not move me
  We thus face to face, hand in hand
  Jiao Liang in our arms
  Line of sight under the eternal
  As the sleepy waves chase
  Let the night come to the bell chant
  Passage of time does not move me
  Love is gone like a passing of the Spring River
  Love is gone
  What a circuitous life
  How grand hopes and
  Let the night come to the bell chant
  Passage of time does not move me
  Over the past day and past week
  Whether time is love
  No longer passed back
  Density wave in La Seine flowing under Jiao
  Let the night come to the bell chant
  Passage of time does not move me
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  In your eyes deep lake
  In your eyes deep lake
  I am addicted to small and soften the heart
  I was defeated
  Love and Madness in the lake
  Miss the lake and depression
  Translated by Yu Mo
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  Leave
  I picked this heath
  Please bear in mind after a fall
  See you in the difficult world we
  Hong remaining this season heath
  Please remember I am waiting for you
  QIAN Chun-Chi Translation
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  Eternal Kiss
  A thousand thousand years,
  Also difficult to tell to do,
  This moment eternal.
  You kissed me,
  I kissed you.
  Deceive your mother in the winter morning,
  Meng Suli Park early morning,
  Park in Paris,
  Paris is a city on earth,
  The earth is a star in heaven.
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  Stand guard
  I think the old guard you, my Lulu,
  Stars in the blink of an eye, I see your eyes.
  The sky is your body, in my strong desire to form.
  Wind blowing, blowing I desire more Huochi,
  Stormy wind in all directions, in the middle of a soldier thought.
  My love, do not know the separation of what it's like.
  You do not know man tortured to death separation.
  Every hour, increase the endless pain,
  Sun goes down, people began to be tortured,
  As night fell, suffering double attack.
  I want to love a return to youthful memories
  Make people more beautiful, until the memory fades.
  I love to day you will become the elderly,
  Recollection of events, like the hunters horn blowing in the wind.
  Oh, the night long in decay, Oh, my rifle and more heavy.
  March 25, 1915 in Nimes
  Translated by Luo Dagang
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  Mirror
  I
  Film was
  Live down
  As students
  To students
  Have to
  Real closure
  Gayoom true in Kyrgyzstan
  Ah this
  Do not face
  To Apollinaire Mirror
  Emperor
  Ri
  Like a real
  Want to implement
  We have
  People
  As
  White fly translation
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  Heart
  Flame me
  Fire
  Heart
  Down ah
  Britain Wan
  Flowers, such as
  A
  White fly translation
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  Rain
  Woman's voice as rain
  Even if they
  Also in memory of dead
  Also like you under
  Strange encounters in my life
  Oh, drops of water drops
  These clouds across the
  Start scream out
  City of a large group of sound transmission
  You hear is not raining
  When the grudge and contempt
  Under the old song Gone with the Wind
  You listen to is under the
  Filaments continuously
  Tied you up and down
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  The sorrow of a star
  Meters from the beautiful Nile cutting the birth of my mind
  Blood Star is always a sign of my crown
  Under the blue sky in the first sense in the head
  Goddess you had in my mind a good suit of armor
  Thus it is a great pain not
  This near-fatal wounds star
  Stirred my inner sadness fanatical
  Hidden far beyond the unfortunate person
  I bear the wounds of this hot
  Like Firefly to keep the fire burning its own
  Flashing in the hearts of the French soldiers as the oscillation
  Like the scent of lily pollen bears
  1916
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  Fall sick
  Sick of the subject of the fall of worship
  When the winds blow garden roses
  When the orchard was filled with snow
  You're dead
  Poor autumn
  Your death ushered in a vast white
  Rich and ripe fruit
  Deep in the sky
  Eagle soar
  Overlooking the hair short and dressed in the green god of water innocence
  And love they have never met before
  In the distant edge of the forest
  A group of deer whine
  Oh how much I love you, Hou Festival
  How much I love you voice
  That you do not automatically fall fruit picking
  Groaned groaning trees wind
  They do in the fall they drop a bit
  Some tears
  Feet trampling of
  Leaves
  Rolling on the rails
  Wheel
  Passage
  Life
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  Hunting horn
  Our story is grand tragedy
  Like a king mask
  There is no magical adventure or drama movie
  No insignificant details of the fine things
  Moving to our love of their desolate
  The 托马斯戴昆西
  Smoke his opium pure and sweet
  Anna sank his reverie of poor
  Let us in the past because everything will be over the past
  Maybe I'll often turned away
  Remember it is a hunting horn
  Sound will fade away in the wind
  Rollo Translation
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  Rotation of the fly group
  A ride through the plains were
  Young girls think of him
  And that the ships Mytilene
  Bright shining iron edge there
  When they burn the rose collection
  Suddenly their eyes as it blossoms
  What kind of sun is the mouth that linger
  This mouth has a slight smile to it
  Rollo Translation
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  Zone
  You finally tired of this old world
  Eiffel Tower this morning, the girl of your Jiao ah sheep bleating cries of the group
  Greek and Roman antiques you live together long enough
  Here it seems that even cars are as old
  Only religious maintained completely fresh
  Only religion to maintain the airport hangar, as a simple general
  Christian ah Only you do not belong in the European past
  Europeans are your most fashionable Pope Pius X.
  Those windows to stop watching over you and shame you into
  Confess your sins in a church this morning
  Posters advertising single directory you read them in a row he kept shouting
  This is your morning newspaper is your poetry and prose
  Some twenty-five centimes detective adventure full of journals
  Big man's portrait and the title of thousands of diverse
  This morning I saw a beautiful street I have forgotten its name
  Fresh and clean and it is the sun's clarion call
  Managers workers were pretty shorthand typist
  Walk the street four times a day from Monday morning to Saturday evening from
  Every morning you hear the whistle three times in the howl
  About noon, the bell of a bad temper in the roar
  Notice on some of the text and on the wall
  Number of licenses and notices like parrots parrot
  I love this beautiful streets of industrialization
  It is located in Ao Mudi leaves Tai Erna Avenue between Virginia and Paris
  That is this new street and you just a little
  Also just to give you your mother wore a blue and white coat
  You are very pious and book your oldest friends Rene. Dali Zi in a
  There's nothing more than make you rich and beautiful church of the beloved
  Nine o'clock in the gas light turns dark blue secretly slipped out of your dorm
  You will be in the school chapel to pray all night
  The Amethyst profound and timeless modern people worship
  Always be the glorious flame of Christ
  This is our beautiful lily cultivation
  This is a bronze torch will not let the wind blow it
  This is painful in red, pale mother's child
  This is the tree and prayers are always there for gathering
  This is double the gallows glorious and eternal
  This is the hexagonal star
  This is God but he died on Friday revived on Sunday
  This is the Christ, he flew up into the sky, higher than the pilots who fly
  He maintained a world altitude record
  Beautiful foundling Christ
  Since ancient times, the twentieth abandoned his own solution to the difficult
  This century into a bird up in the air, like Jesus General
  The demon raised his head into the abyss looked at him the whereabouts of the
  They said he was imitating the shaman Judea Simon
  They shouted that if he could fly us to call him a cat burglar
  Angels fly the air around this beautiful acrobatic performers
  伊卡尔斯伊 诺克伊莱亚 Manchester Apollo Nie Mariana Adams
  Soaring around the first plane
  Sometimes they separate from the load to allow the staff through the Eucharist
  Those clerics never holding up the holy bread
  Plane finally landed without disturbing its wings together
  The sky is filled with millions of swallows
  There is a rapid falcon owl flying crow
  Flamingoes and white tie from A non-american Bald Crane
  Big Bird by the fable and the poet's praise
  Adam's skull with a claw caught in the fly
  The eagle came from the sky shouted lap
  American flying from a small hummingbird
  Pair of lovebirds flying from China, delicate slender feathers
  They have wings but always fly in pairs
  Here is the pure spirit dove
  Lyrebird and clear eye of the peacock is the health of its paternity
  Phoenix from its own fans the fire burning in the fly
  All inclusive in a flash to the hot ashes in its
  Strait left the three of those terrible siren
  Singing loudly flew
  China's pair of lovebirds, and the eagle and the phoenix
  We all fly together in harmony and aircraft
  Now you're walking alone in the crowd in Paris
  Whistle with groups of cars passing you by
  Closely block the love of your neck pain
  As if you never fall in love once again be
  If you live in the past you will enter the abbey
  Now when you find out you pray you will be embarrassed
  You laugh at yourself, you laugh like hell, like the fire beep
  Your spark laughter background decorated with your life
  It is hanging in the dark a picture gallery
  And you sometimes looked at it carefully to
  Today you walk in Paris, people dyed blood red that children
  And that is that I want to forget is beautiful fade
  Pious flames around Notre Dame is staring me in Chartres
  The blood of your Sacred Heart in Montmartre drown me
  Hear the words of the Gospel that I up_set_-ridden
  Whom I love is to suffer a shameful disease
  This means that you like to have you survive without sleep and anxiety in
  It always means you are close to this as it is running out
  Now you are under the lemon trees in the Mediterranean Sea
  The tree is open year round with flowers ah
  Your boat in the sea walk with you to your friends
  A Nice Mountain East and a two person than people Teal
  We are alarmed at the sea base in the octopus
  Among the algae that the fish infested as the sign of our Savior
  Are you a hotel in Prague outskirts of the garden
  A rose on the table in front of you you feel happy
  You are watching a Golden Rose heart turtles
  Instead of your story in prose narrative
  You see the horror of the agate in the painting Cape Vitus like you
  That day you saw it in there, you deeply sad
  Like you were mad, like Lazarus in the day
  Jewish needle also reverse the clock
  You slowly back to your life inside
  Hera Deqin you go you hear at night
  The hotel was an old Czech folk songs
  You get to be a pile of watermelon surrounded Marseille
  You get to the giant building Koblenz
  You get to sit in a loquat tree under the Rome
  You get to Amsterdam and a young girl you think she is beautiful with
  And she is ugly
  She meant to be a wife, a college student at Leiden
  People to rent a room that is called in Latin Cubicula locanda
  I remember I stayed there for three days, the same is also up to
  Now you before the examining magistrate in Paris
  People arrested as criminals you put your
  You made a painful and happy travel
  Then you realize the hypocrisy and age
  You worked in the twenty and thirty years of age suffering of love
  I like living like a madman to waste my time
  You dare not look at your hands again and I could not help but cry from time to time
  You and for me that she loved all of your fears
  Your tears to those who watched the poor immigrants
  They believe in God pray for mothers who breastfeed their children
  They smell filled the lobby of Saint-Lazare Station
  They are like the wise kings who believed their own stars
  They want to make money in Argentina
  In the luck to return to their homeland after
  Duck down a family carrying a pad as if you change your mind
  And that duck pad and our dreams as illusory
  Some immigrants stayed on to find accommodation here
  In Luoxi Ai Ai Kufei Street Street and those ugly houses
  I often see them breathe at night to the streets
  They rarely moved like a pawn on the chessboard
  In particular, some Jews, the wife of their wig
  Sat deep pale shop
  You stand in front of a dirty bar counter
  A cup of cheap coffee in the middle of those stricken people
  Night you in a big restaurant
  Those women do not have to worry about bad things and they
  They were tortured and even their lovers that the ugliest
  She is the daughter of a police officer who lives in Jersey
  I have not seen her eyes, chapped hands but stiff
  Scars on her abdomen that I deeply feel pity
  Laughing girl on a swing I'm also ashamed of my mouth
  In the morning to come you will be lonely
  Milkman on the street confused crackling the milk bucket
  The night away like a lovely girl of mixed
  It is focused, or hypocritical Fei Delin Australia
  And you drink your life like as an alcohol burning
  You drink a glass of wine, like the residue of your life
  You went to the Otter IL pace marched home tired
  You are from Oceania and Guinea, among the idols lie down
  They are another form and another Christian faith who
  Christ regarded every inferior false hope to give students the soul
  Bye Bye
  Sun had _set_
  Rollo Translation
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  Geometrid
  Job is to get rich.
  Poor poet Yeah, work!
  Continue to toil a geometrid,
  Fung Lai became the butterfly.
  Ji Xian Translation
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  Locust
  This is the top grade of the locust,
  John the Baptist's food.
  My poems are like locusts,
  Great people can eat.
  Ji Xian Translation
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  Peacock
  Down and the ground has a long feathered
  This bird, when it round to the commencement of the tail,
  Looked extremely beautiful,
  Especially when it is exposed to the hip the whole way.
  Ji Xian Translation
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  Octopus
  Side of the overturned spit ink,
  He loves sipping side of the blood,
  It was very delicious,
  This inhuman monster is me.
  Ji Xian Translation
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  Snake
  In the dream, you become a beauty. And that outstanding
  Women have often become the victims of your callous.
  Love Fu, excellent in the Andean flute, Cleo sent Tena,
  In addition, the limited I know, there are four or five people.
  Ji Xian Translation
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  Mice
  "Time" the mice, all you beautiful day ah,
  You little land, little land, gnawing at my life.
  Soon I have twenty-eight years old,
  Always lived a life of dissatisfaction ah.
  Ji Xian Translation
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  As
  As the image of a tooth,
  Also have distinguished in my mouth treasures.
  People do not know, but ... ...!
  I bought my sonorous words of honor to do a price.
  Ji Xian Translation
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  Flea
  Fleas, friends, lovers,
  Those who love us, are very cruel!
  I learned that the best of their blood sucked out.
  Ah! Loved that is evil.
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  Dolphin
  Dolphin Yeah, you in the sea games
  Although happy, but the tide is always brackish.
  When I am not without joy,
  But life, in short, is cruel.
  Ji Xian Translation
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  Carp
  In your Life Pond, in your pool
  Carp Yeah, you are the longevity of the.
  The god of death you forget it?
  Depression of the fish it!
  Ji Xian Translation
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  Pigeon
  Paloma blanca, birth of Christ, love,
  O Holy Spirit,
  I would also like you in love with a Maria.
  Ah! Willing to marry her!
  Ji Xian Translation
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