The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me? 作者: 潘学峰 时间: 2018-1-10 12:38
"天堂之风永远是那样
使人感到甜蜜"
这一句是“意译” 作者: 潘学峰 时间: 2018-1-20 14:58 本帖最后由 潘学峰 于 2018-1-20 17:26 编辑
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If You Forget Me
Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.作者: 诗妹 时间: 2018-1-20 15:32 本帖最后由 诗妹 于 2018-1-20 19:20 编辑
he winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Warming up, the weather
In middle spring
Grass dancing and larks singing
...
Lilacs white, purple and mottle
are walking on road
2. Going Home
Road is really long
Coach moves too slow
The homing heart feels like
either a flying goose
or a flying arrow
3. Fly a kite
My busy shadows chained
Langfang ,Baoding and Beijing
up into a triangle
God saw and said :
That looked like a kite
The rope was the
long thinking of
Held in Mr Sydney's hand