outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Jorge Luis Borges
Rain
Suddenly the evening becoming light
Because at the moment is there in the falling rain
Or have been down. Rain
Is undoubtedly one of the things in the past
Who will come to recall hearing the rain fall
At that time the fate of being presented to him a
A flower called the Rose
And its wonderful red color.
This blinded windows of the rain
Bound to the outskirts of the abandoned
Ceased to exist in a light washing the courtyard
Rack black grapes. Wet screen color
I am eager to give me a sound voice
My father came back he did not die.
Translated by Chen Dong Biao Chen Zihong
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Montevideo
If I slide down your tired of sliding down a slope twilight of piety.
Young night on the roof terrace as you piece of wings.
We have some of you are in Buenos Aires, built in the city as the years slip away.
You are ours, festivals, like the stars reflected in water.
Time a false door, your street past towards a more gentle.
The light of dawn, it is sent to us came the morning, over sweet, brown water
In the light of my blinds before you have been blessed down low Rise in your garden.
Been listening to a poem into the city.
Street with the light of the courtyard.
Translated by Chen Dong Biao Chen Zihong
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My life
Here again, unique and full of memories with your lips similar.
I am a soul that the intensity of slow.
I also cherish the pain is always close to the joy of touch.
I have crossed the ocean.
I already know a lot of land; I saw a woman and two or three men.
I loved a proud white girl she has a quiet, Spain.
I've seen the endless expanses of the immortality of the country where Western endless completed.
I tried many words.
I believe this is everything and I can not find another can not make new things.
I believe that my days and nights of poverty and wealth with God and all equal.
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A feeling of love
Whether your face kind glory, like a holiday
Whether your body is still mysterious and silent grace school of childish
Or the continuation of your life or the quiet word in the left
Can not match such a mystery gift
Watch you sleep like a rope in
Vigil into my arms.
With miraculous dream that the Virgin once again the effectiveness of amnesty
Calm and glorious memory of the recovery as well
Your life that you will shore coast road to me you do not own.
Enter into the silence
I will recognize your presence that last beach
And perhaps the first time you see
Like God will see you
Destroyed the fictional time
No love, no me.
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Cat
The mirror is not so even more silent
Not so into the dawn through the more secretive;
You, in the moonlight, look like leopard,
Let us peep from a distance only.
Unable to explain the divine intention,
We are looking for you everywhere in vain;
You are alone, you are mysterious,
Sun_set_ over the Ganges, or even far away.
Your tolerance of my hand back
Article Sri touch slow. You,
Has long been forgotten since the eternal,
Has allowed people to hesitate to hand the caress.
You are in another era. You are
Like dreams dominate a region isolated.
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Moon
- Child to Maria Yu
Like a piece of gold in the promise alone.
Many of the night, that the moon is not ancestors of Adam
Saw the moon. In the long years
Vigil's sad people have to use the old
Her fill. See her, she is your mirror.
Nishikawa Translation
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Lost Park
Maze gone. Neat line by line
Eucalyptus Orange also disappeared,
Stripped of the summer canopy and a mirror that
Is not the eternal sleep, this mirror repeat
Each piece of the human face, every ephemera
Each hands. Stop the clock,
Entangled into a ball of honeysuckle
Stupid statue erected the pavilion,
The back of the evening, the birds chirp,
Fountain towers and lazy,
The details are in the past. In the past?
If there is no beginning and end,
If you just wait for our future
A day and night by the endless number of components,
We also have is that we will be past.
We are the time, the river is indivisible,
We are Uxmal is Carthage, was a long-
Romans abandoned the Duanqiang is that these verses
That you want to commemorate the loss of the park.
Huang brilliant translation
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Separation
I love and I would have built up between
Night as the three hundred three hundred stack wall,
The sea is like magic barrier in between you and me.
No more, no memories.
Deserves to be tortured evening ah
Looking forward to seeing you in the night.
Your way through the field
Under a starry sky I came and left.
I'm sure you have the separation, such as marble
Countless other more sad evening.
Wangyangleyi
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Saturday
Outside the _set_ting sun, time
Inlaid precious stones,
City deep blind
No one saw you.
Evening silence or singing.
Some reveal a desire to
Pegged at the piano,
Always, for your infinite beauty.
Whether you love
Your beauty
Always time to reward the miracle.
Well-being of your body
As the new leaves in the spring.
I do not
Just this kind of desire
Consumers in the evening in the exhaust.
The beauty of your body
Like the blade on the coldness.
Gate the night to make the window more heavy.
Cold room
We like the blind man groping for both of us alone.
Your brilliant white body
Better than the evening.
We love there are a pain
And soul of mercy.
You,
Just yesterday, the United States only fully
Today, it has perfect love.
Wangyangleyi
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Golden Tiger
I have to face again and again
That majestic Bengal tiger
Until the evening put gold;
Staring at it, roaring from the cages,
Total disregard for the barriers of the forbidden.
The world would any yellow,
It was Zeus metal,
Changes every nine nights out of the same ring,
Forever loop without a break.
Shizherusi,
Other colors abandon me,
Only the dim light of darkness
And that the original golden.
Oh, the sun_set_; Oh tiger
Myth, epic glory.
Oh, lovely golden:
Is light, is the hair,
I dream of the hand with the desire to stroke it.
Translated by Chen against the majority
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Twilight
Sun_set_ is always disquieting
Whether it is floating Huafu Li or poor,
But more disturbing Shangqie
Shine is the last desperate
It makes plain rust
No longer remain on the horizon at the moment no less than
The noise of the _set_ting sun and ego.
To grasp the strange just how tense and difficult,
It was a phantom, the same human fear of the dark
Imposed in the space above it
It suddenly stopped
We are aware of it at the time of the false
Like a dream shattered
In the dreamer that he is dreaming of the time.
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Poetry Art
Look up the long course of years and water come together to form
Recall that time is another river,
Gone to know that we like a river
Faces looking up, like water passing.
To be aware of is another dream awake
Dreamed that he did not dream, and death
So that our body is full of fear, but that
Known as the sleep of the dead returned night after night.
To see that you have the time or year
The human past and a symbol of years,
Should be transformed into an insult to the years
Song music, I heard whispers and a symbol.
To see the dream of death, in the sun_set_
See the suffering of gold, which is poetry
It is immortal and poverty, poetry
The cycle, just like the dawn and sun_set_.
Sometimes, a face in the twilight
To us from the depths of the mirror staring;
Art should be like that mirror
Shows our own face phase.
Ulysses tired of people say miracles
When he saw the lush and pristine Yisa Jia
Zengyin happy and cry. Art is Yisa Jia
Belong to the eternal green, not a miracle.
It is also as long as an endless stream of river
Gone but retained the same, a volatile
Heraclitus, the mirror, it is their own
Is something else, as long as the endless stream of water.
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Back
End years of exile
The place back to childhood
I have forgotten the appearance of the house,
Only touch the branches of old trees
Make me remember old nightmare.
I re-embark on the path past
Suddenly produced a long-lost poetic inspiration
Looking at dusk comes on
Shy of the moon hiding in the leaves of palm trees and lush forest
Hidden hide hiding
Like the bird buried its own nest.
House hold me back.
Q. How many garden walls swept the moon and stars?
The trails cross and bearing the number of magnificent sun_set_?
And that charming new moon
How much has the gentle flower sprinkled on the roadside?
(Chen against the majority translation)
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Wine Song
In Homer's bronze cup with your name flashing light,
Black wine, ah, you make people happy.
For thousands of years, you upload it to return the hand
Origin of the beast head from the Greeks to the Germans of the horn cup.
Since the epoch-making, you age-old,
The power and divinity dedicated to the generation to generation.
Alternating day and night time you are together with the flow,
Friends and happy for you, cheering, applause.
In the mysterious passionate poetry between the lines,
You are rose, ruby, and small size of the dagger.
Le Thac in your river, swig sad to let others forget;
But I will seek to share the joyful festival.
In the dark, shadow boxing between seduction and cents
I use the "sesame" opens a long night.
"Love each other" or "bloody battle" of the wine, ah,
Sometimes I'll call you. I hope this is not distorted.
(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
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Limit
A line of poetry Weier Lan, I can not remember Ran,
There is a neighboring street, I can not forward.
There is a mirror, I took the last time,
A door, I turn it off until the end of the world.
In my library book, there is a
I can not open - is now being looked at them.
This summer, I will be at least five years old,
Kept me wear ah, death.
(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
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Dream
When the midnight bell to the generous time
Profligate
I go to than the sailors of Ulysses farther.
Into the field of dreams - human memory
The lack of service.
Since the field I only brought back some residual water,
However, the known solutions have not my power that can come to an end:
Botany simple grass,
A great variety of animals,
Dialogue with the deceased,
Ancient language word,
Sometimes there are some acts of terror,
Really is the face mask,
Everything given day can not be compared.
I was all, I am no one. I am the others,
I am not conscious of his, he had seen
Another dream - I woke up. He judged the
Exposure to outside, and he smiled.
(White fly translation)
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Ottawa Virginia soldiers goods
Began to be afraid of their own useless
As the last battle, at sea
He gave his very light duties
Spain nameless to rove
Rough hard country.
To cut off
Brutal reality of the weight of possession of his head into the dream.
Roland supernatural warriors of the past and the British Empire
Endless war, his warm welcome to him.
Lazy in the sun, the monastery is surrounded by: unfolding
Wilderness, endless warm copper
He felt in the end, exhausted, lonely
Do not know all the music in what is hidden
Suddenly, he devoted himself to the depths of a dream
Far, the mountains, Mr. Cao and Don Quixote riding to come.
(Lim translation)
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South
From one of your garden, watch
Old stars;
From the shadow of the bench,
Watch
The small bright spots scattered distribution;
My ignorance they have not learned to call out the names of
Not arranged in constellations;
Only feel the water swing
In You Mi's pools;
Only feel the smell of jasmine and honeysuckle,
Sleeping birds quiet,
The curved arch hall, moisture
- These things, perhaps, is the poetry.
(Wang Sanhuai translation)
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Maze
Zeus did not release the surrounds of my ability
Stone snare. I forget
People used to look like; I walked
Between the repulsive wall monotonous way
This is my destiny. Many years
Straight and curved corridors make
Unknowingly became the circumference. The erosion of time
Makes the woman cracks appeared in walls.
Gray dust, I recognize
I was afraid of Lianrong. The night air in the concave
Brought me roar
Or roaring sound sad echo.
I know there is a shadow of his fate
Tired of making long-term isolation in
Formed and removed this hell;
Is contained in the blood of my desire is to devour my death.
The two of us looking at each other. I hope
This is the last day of waiting.
(Wang Sanhuai translation)
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Mirror
I am a frightened man in the mirror;
Not only the face can not penetrate the glass,
Does not exist can not be inside a living space
Reflects an end again;
And even looked at the water, then imitate
Another deep blue sky, and that ripples
The above passing around the opposite birds sometimes
False dreamy flight;
Fine ebony face even
Silent surface, so smooth and bright,
Seems like a recurring dream
Some of the white marble or some roses;
Today, under the moon and ever-changing,
So many years of trouble wandering the end of
I asked myself: What is the fate of the perverse,
I am so afraid of the side mirror shine on people?
Metal mirror, mahogany false mirror
It was like in the mists of sun_set_ Hongxia
To show a piece of dim
Looked at it and been looked at in the face.
I regard them all as old contracts
The eternal fundamental actors,
Reproduction of the world, like reproductive behavior,
Can not sleep, bring unscathed.
They cause dizziness in the web
Extension of this hole is not implicit in the world;
Sometimes the evening,
Not dead by a person breathing blurred.
Mirror watching for us. If the bedroom
Mirror in between the walls around,
I'm no longer alone. One of the men.
Dawn, repeated silently performed a drama.
There are photos of people in this room mirror,
Nothing happens, do not write down anything;
We are magic in it becomes a Rabbi
Now remembered the book from right to left.
Claudius, the evening of the monarch, the king of dreams,
He does not feel like in a dream, until that day,
An actor on the stage with a mime
His sins to the world Xianyan.
Dreams are strange, same strange look in the mirror;
That inside the daily lives of ordinary old programs
Will contain the well-made anti-shadow
A world of fantasy and profound.
God (I've always wanted to) spend a great effort
This can not be designed and construction,
Let the reflection from the mirror each morning
Let the darkness from a dream to construct the sky.
God created the night time,
With dreams, with a mirror, it armed, in order to
People knew that he himself is merely a counter-video,
Is nothing. Therefore, only that people fear.
(Translated by Wang Yue Central)
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Books
There are a bunch of things in the rare
Can be used as weapons. This book was born in
England, in 1604,
People dream of making it to withstand heavy, it is built
Sound and the Fury, night and dark red color.
I feel it's a heavy hand. Who can say
It is also filled with hell, big beard
Shaman on behalf of destiny, on behalf of the dagger
This is the law of the shadow of the dagger shone,
Castle in the air in the mixing
Will witness your death, the elegant hand
Bleeding around the sea,
The sword fighting and howling call.
Quietly shelves stacked with a variety of books,
Quiet roar that in which
In a deep sleep. It is sleeping waiting.
(Nishikawa translation)
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Fragment
Sword,
Sword design the cold dawn,
Sword of the body engraved with mysterious poems
No one will ignore it, no one will be its
Meaning complete comprehension,
Sword in the Northumbria Baltic
Won the vanity,
Poets will it
Equivalent to ice and fire,
Edged sword of a king, a king will be passed to another,
King passed to dream
Edged sword, will be loyal
Fates of an hour,
Edged sword, will light a battle of a sword.
Edged in the hands of Jian Chi
Will lead a beautiful battle, men over the place,
Edged in the hands of Jian Chi
Blood will coat Spike
Also coated with a cruel beak to the raven, the
Edged in the hands of Jian Chi
Red and gold will be wasted,
Edged in the hands of Jian Chi
Gold in viper's nest against death,
Edged in the hands of Jian Chi
Will receive a kingdom will lose a kingdom,
Edged in the hands of Jian Chi
Will cut down the forest of spears.
Edged Jianchi in the hands of Beowulf.
(Nishikawa translation)
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