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belliwether · 发表于 2006-5-20 22:46:54

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>篝火边 她坐在篝火旁 结满老茧的双手泡在水里 此刻，火光照着周围的杂物： 一个轮胎仓库 倒弃在一旁的浅水里 一些塑料袋子 裹缠在突出水面的岩石上 而溪水却是那般清澈 鱼儿在她指间穿梭，在石头后面倏忽不见 The Burn Penelopeanne Dalgleish She sits by the burn Holding her calloused hand in the water. The burn is clagged with rubbish now: A wheelie bin lies on its side In shallow water; plastic bags Wrap themselves round the bigger rocks. But the stream is clear, Fish weave between her fingers, unseen against the stones. 
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>小旅馆
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>一点酒 滴在这夜晚敞开的 深重的伤口上 外面 汽车喇叭叫个不停 路人大笑着 嘶喊着步履踉跄 出尽洋相的同伴 而这些 与一个从百折窗后面 向外窥探的人 毫无瓜葛
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>他做着白日梦，有一瞬间 他茫然地想起 两天前见过的那个女人 他念叨着她如水的名字 直到她的名字蔓延整个卧房
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>真正的痛苦来自别处 字面上表达的愁怨 算不了什么 坐在夜晚的小旅馆里 这些年，随着年纪的增长 他也明白了一些道理 很显然人是需要爱的 谁和我们在一起 谁走在我们前面 并等着我们 The Inn by Emmanuel Moses Translated by C. K. Williams 
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>A little wine on this deep wound that opens in the evening when outside the cars honk and passerbys laugh shouting to one another animated by a gaity incomprehensible to the one who watches from behind the shutters.
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>He daydreams, suddenly absent-minded, of that woman he met two days before and murmurs her limpid name to hear it spread through the bedroom.
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>Suffering comes from elsewhere, what matter if is reflected in each word he has learned a certain number of things, helped by aging, noteably that it’s necessary to love who’s with us, who goes before and awaits us, seated at the nocturnal inn. 
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>给我的女儿
当我死时 你挑一颗星星 以我的名字给它命名 这样你就会明白 我没有丢下你 也没有将你忘记 你曾是我的一颗星星 从呱呱坠地到孩童时期 我一直牵着你的手
当我死时 你挑一颗星星 以我的名字给它命名 这样我就能照耀着你 直到有一天 你来到我的身边 一起陷入黑暗和永寂 
For My Daughter When I die choose a star and name it after me that you may know I have not abandoned or forgotten you. You were such a star to me, following you through birth and childhood, my hand in your hand.
When I die choose a star and name it after me so that I may shine down on you, until you join me in darkness and silence together. 
David Ignatow 

告诉我一个故事
很久以前，在肯塔基，我，一个小男孩 站在一条肮脏的路边，夜幕初降， 我听见成群的天鹅啼叫着飞向北方
我看不见它们，那天没有月亮 辰星寥寥，我只听得见它们
我不知道当时心里发生了怎样的变化
那是接骨木临近开花的季节 因此它们要飞往北方
它们的叫声向北，一路蔓延
Tell Me a Story 
Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard The great geese hoot northward.
I could not see them, there being no moon And the stars sparse.I heard them.
I did not know what was happening in my heart.
It was the season before the elderberry blooms, Therefore they were going north.
The sound was passing northward. 
Robert Penn Warren 

我的梦
这是我的梦 只属于我 我做着梦 我梦想有一头整洁的头发 接着我梦想我真爱的人 将它弄成一团乱麻 My Dream This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it. 
Ogden Nash 
休斯梦幻变奏曲 Dream Variations 翻译
尽情地展开双臂 在有太阳的地方 旋转，跳舞 直到白昼的光完全漏尽 然后趁着凉爽的夜色 在一棵大树下安眠 当夜神轻轻地降临 就跟我一般的迷离 这就是我的梦幻！
展开双臂 面朝太阳 跳舞！旋转！旋转！ 直到日薄西山 在夜色暗淡的时候 睡去 . . . 一棵高高的树 躯干细长. . . 当夜神轻轻地降临 就跟我一般的黑
Dream Variations by Langston Hughes 
 To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree While night comes on gently, Dark like me-- That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide In the face of the sun, Dance! Whirl! Whirl! Till the quick day is done. Rest at pale evening . . . A tall, slim tree . . . Night coming tenderly Black like me. 
 
休斯生活是美好的 Life is fine 翻译
我走到河边 又退回岸上 我怎么想也想不通 所以我纵身一跳 沉入水中
第一次爬回岸上的时候 我大喊大叫 第二次爬回岸上的时候 我哭了 如果那水不是那么冰 也许我早已成了淹死鬼
但是那水就是那么冰！水里实在是太冷了！
我乘电梯来到了十六层楼顶 我想了想我的孩子 然后想着我应该有勇气跳下去
我站在那儿一动不动，大喊大叫 我站在那儿一动不动，又哭了起来 如果它不是那么高 也许我早就跳下去摔死了
但是它在那儿就是那么高！就是那么高！
所以既然现在我还活着 我想我应该继续活下去 我不可能去殉情 我要好好活着，慢慢老死
尽管你会听见我大喊大叫 看见我哭哭啼啼 我将变成一个老顽童 当你看见我死去的时候
生活是美好的！就象美酒甘露！生活是美好的！ Life is Fine by Langston Hughes 
 I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered! I came up twice and cried! If that water hadn't a-been so cold I might've sunk and died.
 But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator Sixteen floors above the ground. I thought about my baby And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered! I stood there and I cried! If it hadn't a-been so high I might've jumped and died.
 But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born
Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.
 Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

沉重
是无力无助 是强抑泪水 还是倍感屈辱？ 永远，永远记住 你是一个堂堂正正的人
往长远处想 你就会找到希望和力量 歌唱吧，我的兄弟姐妹 歌唱
太阳 会陪你度过铁窗后的生日 新春的野草疯长 象高耸的矛枪 会为你记取流逝的年华
当又是一年重新开始 忍耐下去我的兄弟 忍耐下去我的姐妹

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<TD vAlign=top>Is a question of strength, of unshed tears, of being trampled under, and always, always, remembering you are human. Look deep to find the grains of hope and strength, and sing, my brothers and sisters, and sing. The sun will share your birthdays with you behind bars, the new spring grass like fiery spears will count your years, as you start into the next year; endure my brothers, endure my sisters. Jimmy Santiago Baca </TD></TR></TABLE></DIV>
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边缘 这个女人完美无暇 死去的身体留着圆满的微笑 职服的花边流逝着古希腊的风情 光裸的双脚似乎在说： 天路茫茫，万事皆休 每个孩尸都缠结在一起 就象蛇群中任何一条白色的小蛇 每个尸体旁的小奶罐,如今早已干涸 她将它们重新拾入怀中 就象一朵玫瑰收拢花瓣 当花园逐渐僵硬的时候 就象黑夜之花吐出暗香 从甜美的喉口深处 月亮一本正经 裹尸布上夜光凝结 她原先也是这样一本正经 她的幽冥 发出爆裂的声响，摇摇曳曳 
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<TD vAlign=top>The woman is perfected Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over. Each dead child coiled, a white serpent, One at each little Pitcher of milk, now empty She has folded Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odors bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag. Sylvia Plath </TD></TR></TABLE></DIV></TD></TR></TABLE> 
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我的嘴咧开纵笑 我的歌喉浑然天成 因此你以为 痛苦很久之后 我已经不再痛苦？
我的嘴咧开纵笑 因此你听不见我心底的呼喊？ 我的双脚欢快地舞蹈 因此你不知道我正在凋零？
Minstrel Man by Langston Hughes Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think I suffer after I have held my pain So long?
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belliwether · 发表于 2006-6-11 15:44:17

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>你好,这是我翻译的国外的诗歌

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