outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Charles Baudelaire
Should and
Is of temples, where the living pillars
Sometimes vague to say the voice;
From there, too, through the symbol of the forest,
Forest with the familiar look of his eyes.
Distant echo as long to turn
In a deep unity in the chaos
Man-ho as the majority of the night attached to the light -
Aroma, color and sound should be and each other.
If some children's skin fresh and aromatic,
Soft, such as oboe, green as grass field,
- Other then the Xiufu, rich, covering all things,
Promise something infinitely scattered like dust,
Like ambergris, musk, benzoin, frankincense
Singing the spirit and feel as passionate.
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Former life
Imposing colonnade, I had long lived in them,
Sea sun painted it fire-color stained
Those huge stone pillars straight and solemn,
Basalt colonnade like that at that hole.
Rolling sea swells the image of heaven,
Grand and mysterious way to a mixture of
Their rich harmony of music comes first
With my eyes reflecting the colorful sun_set_.
There, I was calm and happy in 悠游,
Surrounded by blue sky, waves, the magnificent colors,
And exude the aroma of naked slaves,
They cool my forehead with the palm leaves,
Their only concern is the depth ascertain
Make me the kind of malaise painful secret.
郭宏安 Translation
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Exotic fragrance
A sultry autumn night, I close my eyes,
Breathe the fragrance of your hot chest,
I see the happy coast stretch the distance,
It was monotonous flow was the dazzling sunlight;
A lazy island, dedication to nature
Exotic trees, delicious fruits,
Tall and strong limbs of men,
There are amazing looking women, honestly.
Lead by your charming places fragrant,
I saw a port full of sailing mast,
Still bump into the waves in the sea,
At the same time the green scent of tamarind -
Floating in the air and filled my nostrils,
In my heart and into the sailor's song.
郭宏安 Translation
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Hair
Oh, straight hair, thick neck roll!
Oh, hair volume, oh, the aroma is full of lazy!
Ecstasy! In order to make a dark bedroom tonight
Let the memories of sleeping in the hair up,
I like it in the air, swaying like a handkerchief.
Lazy Asia, Africa, burning,
A world far away and disappeared, almost died
This fragrant depths of the forest in your stay!
Like others on the wandering spirit in the music,
Love! I am the spirit of the waves in the aroma.
I will go there, trees and people energetic,
Are long in the scorching sun in the obsession;
Thick braids, please do upload my crest!
Ebony sea and dazzling your dream house,
There are sailing, oar, mast, and flags;
Bustling port, where my soul
Big mouth to swig fragrance, color and sound;
Flash vessels in gold and silk in the road,
Open their arms to kiss great
That trembling skies with hot glory.
I love to revel in my head,
Buried in the sea _set_s a sea of black ocean,
My subtle spirit, shaking the ship's caress,
Will once again find you, oh rich burnout!
Fragrant sway of the endless idle!
Blue hair, dark blue canopy played Zhang
You make the sky for me to become rounded broad and deep,
The shore of that hair in your hair thin,
Wildly I revel in the aroma mixture,
Them from the bottom of coconut oil, tar and musk.
Long time! Forever! Your hair is dense and thick,
My hand and red sapphires, pearls sowing
I never refused to make you desire!
You're an oasis I wander?
I remember the big mouth to suck on bottles of wine?
郭宏安 Translation
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Balcony
Memories of my mother, lover of the lover,
I'm all happy, all my respect!
You, you may still recall the gentle caress,
That warm fireside, that the charm of the evening,
Memories of my mother's lover lover!
That night, a blazing charcoal fire mapping,
Evening on the balcony, rosy dense.
More warmth to your breasts, how good your heart!
We often talk about these things immortal.
That night, a blazing charcoal fire mapping.
What a warm evening in the beautiful sunshine!
How deep the universe, the mind is so strong!
I adore the Queen, when I leaned over to you,
I seem to smell the fragrance of your blood,
What a warm evening in the beautiful sunshine!
Grows the night, as if slowly closed partitions,
Guess what my eyes dark eyes
I drink your breath, honey ah poison!
Your feet fall asleep in my hands of friendship.
Grows the night, as if the partition slowly closed.
I know how to recall a happy hour,
Curled up in your lap, I relive the past.
Because ah, the beauty of where you actively look for lethargy,
In addition to your gentle heart, lovely body?
I know how to recall a happy hour.
Those vows, fragrance, endless kisses,
Will revive in the know can be unpredictable abyss
Bathing in the deep sea as clean,
Regain the youthful sun rose on the blue sky?
Those vows, fragrance, endless kisses.
郭宏安 Translation
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Evening Harmony
At that time arrived, the flowers on the branches tremble,
Every flower exhales perfume are like incense;
Sound and aroma floating in the evening breeze;
Melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!
Every flower exhales perfume are like incense;
Pharyngeal swallow, such as the violin sadly wounded heart;
Melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!
The sky is sad and beautiful, like an immense altar.
Pharyngeal swallow, such as the violin sadly wounded heart;
A tender heart, hates the vast, black void!
The sky is sad and beautiful, like an immense altar.
The sun in his blood which sink.
A tender heart, hates the vast, black void!
Storage of all traces of the glorious past!
The sun in his blood which sink.
Think of you seem to see light of the Eucharist!
郭宏安 Translation
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Autumn Song
A
Soon we will fell into the dark Senleng;
Will strike again, the summer sun is too short!
I have heard, with a miserable sad shock,
Maple maple fell on dead wood terrace of the courtyard.
Fleeing into the winter my body; blame,
Angry, winced, terror, correctional labor and forced labor;
Like a cold day in the Arctic ice-cold in the huddle
My heart is a cold red jelly.
I trembled to hear each stub, dumping fall;
Reverberations of the scaffold construction is more difficult to mute.
My heart like a tower collapse
In the ram under the impact of the heavy pressing.
I heard, to the shock of the wave monotonous,
Do not promote manner as if someone nailed the coffin.
To Who? - Called yesterday in the summer; autumn again!
This sounds like a mysterious urge urgent phase.
II
I love your eyes in the Big Fight repair, love,
But what I feel sad today,
Whether your bedroom, your love and temperature
Have arrived but that the gold of the sun at sea.
But, still love me, and gentle heart Oh!
Like mother, like, even for inverse or bad;
Please give me, lover or sister Oh, that sun_set_
Twinkling of an eye or a glorious autumn memories.
But moment! Graves waiting! It is more greedy!
Alas! Let me put your forehead on the knees,
Yibi regret that white-hot bright summer,
This thin taste the soft yellow in late autumn!
(Sonnets)
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Cat
Serious scholars, but also warm couple,
In its mature taste the same season
Strong and gentle cats, man of family pride,
Like them to stand the cold, simply stayed indoors and out.
They are scientific, but also erotic companions,
Looking for quiet, but also looking for the fear of the night;
Music will be used as a dark horse,
If they can be proud confession require.
They meditate noble gesture
Lying in a quiet place like a big lion's body, woman strange,
Like sleeping in endless dreams;
Plump waist a magical light,
Gold pieces, and thin sand
Came a pupil of the eye and the mysterious dim stars.
郭宏安 Translation
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Landscape
In order to make my pastoral chastity, I would like
Lay back side, such as astrologers in general,
And is adjacent to the Clock Tower, while dreaming side listening
Praise the wind sent a solemn bell.
Chin in his hands, from my attic,
I look forward to singing and chatting in the workshop;
Chimneys and clock tower, the city's mast,
And that makes the dream of eternal heaven.
Really nice, ah, wait through the heavy fog
Blue sky give birth to stars, out the window exposed lighting,
The river rose high soot God, the
The moon shed its pale fascinating.
I will wait and see spring, summer and fall;
When the winter snow with a dull appearance
Everywhere I closed the door and windows,
In the dark, the Hua construction of my house in Wonderland.
Fan Qing then I will dream of the horizon,
Garden, sobbing at the Whitehead pool fountain,
Kiss, morning and evening song of the birds chirp,
And the Pastoral of the most innocent of all.
Riots vainly roar in my window,
Will not let me rise from my desk;
Because I am already happy being in the enchanted
But, I will put the spring awakened
Out of my mind from the red one,
My thoughts will be turned into a warm and hot.
郭宏安 Translation
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Gambling
Faded armchair, pale old prostitutes
Dyed eyebrows, gentle deceptive eyes,
Prettily for the state, skinny ears ringing
Ding Hong banging stones and metals;
Green cloth, no lip around the face,
Bloodless lips, no teeth, gums,
Fingers because of the terrible excitement and convulsions,
Search with empty pockets and a slight trembling of the breast;
Dirty ceiling, a row of dim chandeliers,
A large oil lamp to light shooting
Several poet overcast frontoparietal,
They squandered the sweat blood to the cleaners;
This is the photograph of the black paintings, night dream
I saw it in my eye the next show.
And I, in this quiet corner of the den
See me supporting the elbow, calm, silent, Xinxian
Xinxian the stubborn desire of many people,
Xinxian these old prostitute dark joy,
They happily in front of my face transactions,
One side is the past reputation, one is sex!
My heart is afraid Xinxian these poor people,
They rush towards the abyss could not open holes,
Eat drink his blood, and finally are determined
Rather hard not to die, rather into hell not to do nothing!
郭宏安 Translation
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Gao Xiang Yuan held
Flew over the pond, over the canyon, over the mountains,
Flew over the forest, flying over the clouds, flying over the sea,
Fly to the sun, the flying outside the highest heaven,
Sky over the edge of bright stars,
My spirit, you Brisk vigorous activity,
Like waves in the swing of beach-goers soul in ecstasy,
You happy in the deep vastness of the work,
With vigorous unspeakable pleasure.
Fly that far pathogenic Fue,
To go high in the clean wash you,
Pure and holy like sipping wine syrup
Diffuse the light sips ClearWorld fire.
Tired and great distress in the back
They filled the survival of heavy fog,
Happiness is that the wings were strong,
He can fly to the bright and peaceful countryside;
His thoughts like a lark that in general,
Freely toward the sky in the morning,
- Soar above life, easy to understand
Flowers and the silent language of all things.
郭宏安 Translation
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Man and the Sea
Free, you will always love the sea!
The sea is your mirror, you endless waves,
Rushes into an infinite wait and see your soul,
Your spirit is the same abyss of suffering,
Do you like being immersed in your image;
You embrace it with the arm with the eyes, your heart
The face of this wild, unrestrained moan,
Sometimes but can send its own excitement.
You two are the gloomy but with caution:
People, ah, no one leaned over the abyss of your bottom;
Sea, ah, no one knows you deep wealth,
You so carefully conserved the secret!
However, I do not know how many centuries,
You do not pity, not remorse, fighting hard gaining the upper hand,
You like to like killing and death,
Ah, always the fighter, ah, ruthless brother!
郭宏安 Translation
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Sad moon
Tonight, the moon enters an infinite lazy dream,
As in the overlapping mattress lying on the beauty,
Into sleep soundly in the past, with her hand, casual
Gently caress the contours of their breasts,
In the avalanche-like foam satin back,
Moon dying to indulge in syncope state
Her eyes looked like the flowers that bloom
Curl up to the blue sky, white illusion.
Sometimes, when she felt nothing for the lazy,
Drip drop quietly to the earth's tears,
A pious poet, who hate sleep,
The drop put the pieces the same as the cat's-eye
Pale eyes glowing red incorporated into the palm of your hand,
Away from the sun into the eyes of his heart.
QIAN Chun-Chi Translation
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Sad and adrift
Tell me, Hagart, sometimes your heart will soar,
Away from this filthy city dark ocean,
Another is full of glorious flying, blue, bright,
Deep, immaculate ocean?
Tell me, Hagart, sometimes your heart will fly?
The sea, the wide sea, to comfort us by!
By the great organ, the rumbling accompaniment of hurricanes,
Muffled singing of the sea, what is magic
Like the noble role gives you a lullaby?
The sea, the wide sea, to comfort us by!
Take me, coach! _Set_ me go, boats!
Away! Away! Here the sludge so that we shed tears!
- Is this the truth? Hagart sad heart
This to say: "far from remorse, suffering and crime,"
Take me, coach! _Set_ me go, boats!
Fragrance of paradise, you told us too far away,
Everywhere under the blue sky in your love and revelry,
All people are worthy of love love,
People's hearts sink in pure fun!
Fragrance of paradise, you told us too far away!
But, full of childish love of the green park,
That run, sing, kiss, bouquet,
After the hill trembling violin String,
The bush in the evening of wine pots,
- But, full of childish love of the green park.
Full of innocent joy secret paradise?
Is far more than India and China have?
Cry cry can use it to recall,
Can it use the silvery voice of resurrection,
Full of innocent joy secret paradise?
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Autumn Sonnet
You are clear as crystal eyes tell me:
"What is the value for you and me, strange friends?"
- Cute, do not make a sound! In addition to the ancient
Beast's simple, just my angry heart
I do not want to disclose it to you the secrets of hell
And that dark anecdotes written by flame,
Cradle of inducing sleep dream my hand woman.
I hate passion, spirit brought me pain!
We are quietly in love, Venus in the shade worry outpost
There Anfu the fate of the bow and arrow.
I know that the ancient arsenal of weapons:
Crime, horror and madness! - Oh, pale Margaret,
You have not the fall of the sun, like me,
Oh, so white and cold Marguerite!
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Destroy
Devil kept at my side in the bank,
Like waves in the surrounding air and intangible;
I ate it, in bursts of burning chest,
Also filled with the eternal, evil desires.
It knows I love art, sometimes
To turn into a woman's most enchanting is the charming,
And as a nice excuse to false,
My lips used to make dirty aphrodisiac.
Keep me away from God for this vision,
And the tired, breathless, I
Fed into the deep weeds of the original,
In my eyes filled with confusion
Thrown into the gaping wounds, dirty clothes,
Then there is "destruction" of the apparatus bloody!
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Blessing
When the poet orders of the supreme authority of the decree
In this world is full of depressed,
His mother, filled with profanity and fright,
God have mercy unto them arrested with his fists:
- "Yeah! I'd rather a mass of winding snake Health,
Are reluctant to support such a demon phase!
I'll curse the instant Carnival Night,
That night I was pregnant my stomach evil creature!
Since you took me from thousands of women in
_Select_ed for my poor husband's disgust,
I can not in that raging flame
Cast as a love letter like this to punish the monster of Confucianism,
I will make you that ravaged my Xianzeng
Sputtering malicious poison in your tools,
I tried rubbing off this ominous trunk
So that patients can no longer open Zhai bud!
So she swallowed her pernicious spit,
And then at the eternal Bubur mission
The depths of her own prepared in hell
It is designed specifically for the crime of Kulie mother burned at the stake.
However, under the shadow of the gods jis,
Intoxicated that abandoned baby in the sun,
Whether the drink or the food in all the years,
Have tasted that the fairy god stuffed cream and rouge.
He and the days the wind games, and the clouds, dialogue,
Cross the road Xunxun sing,
That protection could not help but shed tears of his angels
To see him happy like a forest birds.
He wanted to see his loved ones are, with fear of heart
Otherwise it kind of resentment of his calm,
To see who could squeeze him groan
In him experimenting with their brutality.
In his deserved share of the wine and food, the
They spit saliva ash and sneak into the unclean;
Hypocritical to throw away the things he touched,
He swore at his feet marching track India.
He shouted a woman went public field:
"If he thought I admired the beautiful,
I want to emulate that example of the ancient idols;
Like them, I want to play gold-plated body through the end.
I want a meal that rosin, myrrh and warm,
And Guikou, fat, and tasty wine,
To see whether I can put that kind of spirit of reverence
With a smile in my heart that unauthorized by envy.
I will put it on him the hand of fiber strength
When I'm tired of these ungodly trick;
I have sharp nails, like only the ferocious eagle,
Article trail Zhitou will split his heart.
I dug out from his chest in red Fengyun,
Trembling and beating like a bird,
With disdain I will throw it deepened
Share my favorite beast eat a full! "
Gazed at the sky that the throne of glory,
To hold high degree of quiet reverence poet arms,
The heart of his dazzling Minghui
To all the ferocious anger completely masking:
- "I bless you, God, you grant us the suffering
We wash the stain of sin as a holy medicine
And pure as to the true elixir of Ganoderma lucidum
Practice all day to enjoy the strong bliss!
I know you stay in one place for the poet
Happy in those ranks of the saints,
I know you invited him to Gongzi participants are
That throne, virtue and rule ad infinitum.
I know your pain is the only significant human
Hell and the world will never transcend the abuse,
Moreover, in order to weave my mystic crown
Articles by Jesus Christ and worship should be.
But the ancient "Palm City" Janet fugitive ornaments
Unknown pure gold, and the luminous sea,
Even if you personally taken to, and not weaving
This stately crown, bright and brilliant,
Because it's really just a piece of the body of the Silver Flame
Drain from the beginning was the crystal Zhaolang great stars:
Bono human eye, no matter how pride,
Are simply a reflection of bleak and desolate! "
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