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hunter560 发表于 2010-02-09 22:40 |  | 星期二(Tuesday)
阴 |
（日志800）
21 What's the Railroad to Me?铁路是什么？Henry David Thoreau梭罗
译/猎人hunter560 （2010年2月9日 星期二）
What's the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing.
铁路于我是什么？
我从未看过
它通往何地。
它填掉了一些洼地，
让麻雀们侧身飞开，
它把沙子吹跑，
又让黑莓长得快。
......
hunter560 发表于 2010-02-08 20:51 | | 星期一(Monday)
阴 |
（日志799）
07/22 Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell真的，真的，我不能告诉你
--Henry David Thoreau亨利·大卫·梭罗
译/猎人hunter560 （2010年2月7日 星期日）
Indeed，indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my love or all my hate.
Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me
When I say thou dost disgust me.
O, I hate thee with a hate
That would fain annihilate;
Yet sometimes against my will,
My dear friend, I love thee still.
It were treason to our love,
And a sin to God above,
One iota to abate
Of a pure impartial hate.
真的，真的，我不能讲，
尽管我沉思冥想；
其实这也并不难，
只要说出我的恨、我的喜欢。
一定，一定，你要相信我，
当我说你就是讨厌我。
哦，怀恨在心，我恨你—
灭了你才合我心意；
然而有事违我愿，
亲爱的朋友，我爱你依然。
它会背叛我的爱，
上帝也将此罪怪。
我要把纯净无私的恨，
一点一点降下来。
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hunter560 发表于 2010-02-06 16:50 | | 星期六(Saturday)
小雨 |
（日志798）
UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE威斯敏斯特桥上
--William Wordsworth华兹华斯
译/猎人hunter560（2010年2月6日 星期六）（比音法翻译，一字对一音节）
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Bull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning: silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a call so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
大地风光鲜有如此漂亮：
谁对壮丽景色不能欣赏，
那就与公牛的灵魂一样：
这座城市穿上华丽衣裳，
安谧的清晨伴五彩霞光，
船舶、高塔、拱顶、剧场、教堂，
直冲天穹向着田野开放；
在纯净空气里熠熠闪光。
阳光从未如此绚丽辉煌，
沐浴山谷、岩石、山坡之上；
如此召唤以前从未深感，
泰晤士河流淌随心所愿：
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hunter560 发表于 2010-02-06 08:26 | | 星期六(Saturday)
阴 |
（日志797）
Love and Harmony 爱与睦 -William Blake威廉 布莱克
译/猎人hunter560 （2009年3月22日 星期日）
Love and harmony combine
,And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.
爱与和睦相结合，
将我们灵魂拥抱；
而你我枝蔓扭结，
根部也相互缠绕。
Joys upon our branches sit,
Chirping loud and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.
欢乐坐在枝桠上，
叽喳喳动听歌唱；
如脚下潺潺溪水，
纯净净清清流淌。
Thou the golden fruit dost bear,
I am clad in flowers fair;
Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,
And the turtle buildeth there.
你结金色的果实，
我穿美丽花衣裳；
你芬芳枝叶飘香，
那是玳瑁的家乡。
There she sits and feeds her young,
Sweet I hear her mournful song;
And thy lovely leaves among,
There is love, I hear his tongue.
她正把小龟喂养，
我听她悲伤歌唱；
你绿叶密密茫茫，
爱在此我听他讲。
There his charming nest doth lay,
There he sleeps the night away;
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.
他将可爱巢穴建，
整夜整宿睡里面；
白天他在此玩耍，
嬉戏我们枝叶间。......
hunter560 发表于 2010-02-04 22:36 | | 星期四(Thursday)
阴 |
（日志796）
The Chimney Sweeper II 烟囱清扫工II --William Blake (1757-1827)威廉·布莱克
译/猎人hunter560 （2010年2月4日 星期四）
A little black thing in the snow,
Crying "weep! weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? Say!"--
"They are both gone up to the church to pray.
有个黑黑的小家伙在雪地，
伤心地喊叫“哭泣！哭泣！”
“告诉我，你爸爸妈妈在那里？”—
“他们都去祈祷，在教堂里。
"Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smiled among the winter's snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
“因为我在石楠上很快乐，
在冬天的大雪里笑呵呵，
它们给我穿上死亡的衣服，
并且教我唱悲伤的音符。
"And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and his priest and king,
Who make up a heaven of our misery."
“因为我开心，又跳又唱，
它们认为没有使我受伤，
就去赞扬上帝和他的牧师、国王，
他们就建造了我们苦难的天堂。”
猎人注：
Chimney sweeper是英国以前的一个工种。因烟囱狭小，大人下不去，就用绳子吊着十一、二的男孩完成这项既辛苦、又危险的工作。
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hunter560 发表于 2010-02-04 13:19 | | 星期四(Thursday)
小雨 |
（日志795）
Love To Faults is Always Blind 爱情盲目看缺点– William Blake威廉·布莱克
译/猎人hunter560 （2010年2月4日 星期四）
Love to faults is always blind,
Always is to joy inclin’d,
Lawless, wing’d & unconfin’d,
And breaks all chains from every mind.
爱情盲目看缺点，
念尽幸福欢乐甜，
自由翱翔无局限，
冲破思想之锁链。
Deceit to secresy confin’d
Lawful, cautious & refin’d
To every thing but interest blind,
And forges fetters for the mind.
幽禁灵魂是欺骗，
慎微守法貌岸然，
唯见利益睁开眼，
锻铸镣铐在心间。
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hunter560 发表于 2010-02-02 21:29 | | 星期二(Tuesday)
阴 |
（日志794）
Night 夜 --William Blake布莱克
译/猎人hunter560 （2009年3月22日 星期日）
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
金乌坠落西方，
晚星熠熠闪光。
鸟雀静卧在巢，
何处度我今宵。
月亮如花，
静寂幽雅，
高兴微笑，
端坐夜空高塔，
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.
别了，绿绿田野、欢欢树林，
羊群在此多高兴。
羊羔啃草皮，缓缓轻移
恰如快乐天使挪步履；
无形中他们不停
将祝福和欢愉
洒向花朵蓓蕾，
洒到梦者心里。
......
hunter560 发表于 2010-02-02 08:49 | | 星期二(Tuesday)
多云 |
（日志793）
Epitaph墓志铭 --James Wright詹姆斯 怀特
译/猎人hunter560 （2007年5月）
The grass keeps on growing as
The moss covers my name.
Everyone can carry on without me.
I know all of God's little secrets.
草常青，
苔藓覆我名。
我走大家也活命。
上帝秘密我自明。
Sinking further down or
Floating further up.
Dissapearing from you.
I was gone decades ago.
A broken circle of communication,
I am the end.
再往下沉，
或再飘升。
我几十年前
就远离你们。
中断通讯，
我是死人。
I hear no pain of mourning.
There are no tears to moisten my soil.
Gripped with regret, I decay
Drifting further away.
我听不见清晨的呻吟。
也无泪水湿润我灵魂。
深深遗憾，我腐烂
越漂越远。
Never known for evil,
Never known for good.
My glory days were given away.
I rot in the pit of your memories.
未留恶名，
未留善名。
峥嵘岁月一去不返。
我在你记忆中腐烂。
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hunter560 发表于 2010-02-01 22:14 | | 星期一(Monday)
多云 |
（日志792）
111 Tears, Idle Tears泪水，无用的泪 -Alfred Lord Tennyson丁尼生
译/猎人hunter560 （2009年2月17日 星期二）
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
泪，无用的泪，我不知它们何意，
深埋在某些神圣的绝望里，
从心中涌起，在眼睛汇集，
望着欢乐的秋之田野，
回忆一去不返的往昔。
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
新如第一缕阳光照船帆，
把大地上的朋友召唤，
悲若最后的红霞映帆船，
与我们所爱之人一起沉天边；
如此悲，如此新，往日一去不返。
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
啊，悲伤奇异如阴郁的夏日黎明，
半醒的鸟儿最早的尖叫声
传入梦中人的耳畔，
窗棂上渐亮的微光映照梦中人的眼帘；
如此悲，如此奇，往日一去不返。
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
亲如死后被记住的吻，
甜若那些给别人唇上留下的
绝望、幻想的假吻；深如爱恋，
深如初恋，热烈充满遗憾；
哦，生中死，往日一去不返。 ......
hunter560 发表于 2010-02-01 13:01 | | 星期一(Monday)
多云 |
（日志791）
AT MIDNIGHT午夜 --Eduard Morike
译/猎人hunter560 (2008年12月）
Night rises tranquil on the land;
Dreaming, she leans on the wall of the hills.
Her eyes behold the golden scales
Where time’s at rest in peaceful vessels.
But bold the springs and the fountains rush forth,
They sing in the ear of Night, the mother, Of day,
Of the day that is ended now.
黑夜寂寂罩大地；
伊倚山坡梦依稀。
金秤星座入眼里，
时间平静正休憩。
勇敢泉水奔流急，
黑夜之耳听歌曲—
白昼之母已歇......
hunter560 发表于 2010-01-30 14:14 | | 星期六(Saturday)
多云 |
(日志790)
Slaves of Housing 房奴
英文/猎人hunter560（2009年11月）
O!
Oh!
Hail!
Wow!
Heaven!
My heaven!
Thank heaven！
Beasts have dens,
Rabbits have holes,
Bees have their combs，
Cattle have their sheds,
Horses have their stables,
Sheep have their sheep-pens,
Birds have their nests and cages,
Snails have shells on their backs,
Every creature living in this planet
Should have places to rest to shelter
And to
Die in!
Poorest are we human beings!
We have no caves to shelter us,
No shells to carry on our backs.
We must make money to buy one.
Can we afford buying a big house?
No, of course not, not—neither
A house, nor a small apartment—
A set of two box-like rooms, which
Is like a toy in a store of department.
Back to four thousands years ago,
There were slaves in ancient Egypt ,
Who toiled all day long under the sun,
Driven by the whips of the slave-owners,
To built huge pyramids—pharaohs' tombs.
Then more than one hundred years ago,
There were also black slaves in America,
Who were tortured in the farmlands,
To produce white cotton and golden corn.
We are now in the twenty-first century,
There are still some slaves in our country.
They are’nt slaves sociologically,
But economically and mentally.
That’s because you have bought a flat.
After you have paid the first payment,
Which empties all your savings in the bank,
You have been proudly listed in slaves rank.
Every month, the heavy burden of mortgage
Presses on your body and soul till old age.
Complain not and calm down and pluck up!
For the decision that you yourself make it up.
Since buying a shelter is your option and will,
You can add this property someday in the will!
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hunter560 发表于 2010-01-29 10:07 | | 星期五(Friday)
小雨 |
（日志789）
Long Distance II长距离II - Tony Harrison (1937--)
译/猎人hunter560 （2008年5月）
Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.
虽然母亲离去已过两年，
父亲仍用火将她拖鞋考暖，
把热水袋放在床上她那边，
还帮她把交通月票充满。
You couldn't just drop in. You had to phone.
He'd put you off an hour to give him time
to clear away her things and look alone
as though his still raw love were such a crime.
你不能顺便来看他，要先打电话。
他叫你晚来一小时，以便收拾—
收拾她的东西，让他看起来单身，
好像他仍对她的深情让他难为情。
He couldn't risk my blight of disbelief
though sure that very soon he'd hear her key
scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief.
He knew she'd just popped out to get the tea.
他不会冒险让我的怀疑受打击
虽然他相信很快就能听到她的钥匙
在生锈的锁孔里的嚓嚓声而停止悲伤。
他知道她只是突然出去买茶叶。
I believe life ends with death, and that is all.
You haven't both gone shopping; just the same,
in my new black leather phone book there's your name
and the disconnected number I still call.
我相信生命止于死亡，就是这样。
你们俩不是去购物；而同样，
在我黑色的皮质电话本里有你的名字
而我仍然会拨这个断了的号码。
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hunter560 发表于 2010-01-28 11:24 | | 星期四(Thursday)
阴 |
（日志788）
81—500 If 假如 -ee cummings卡明斯
（一世界著名诗歌网选出TOP 500 POEMS IN THE WORLD此为其中之一）
译/猎人hunter560 (2008年4月)
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie wasn't a lie,
Life would be delight,-
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.
假如雀斑可爱，白昼就是黑夜，
假如麻疹美好，谎言就非谎言，
生活就会快乐，—
但在这样悲哀的状况
正义就走了样
我就不会是我。
If earth was heaven, and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.
假如大地是天空，而现在是来世，
假如过去是现在，而虚假是真实，
可能会有某种感觉
但是我会担心
因为这样假设
你就不会是你。
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,-
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.
假如恐惧是勇敢，球是方形，
假如污秽是清洁，泪水是欢乐
事物就会显得美......
hunter560 发表于 2010-01-27 10:06 | | 星期三(Wednesday)
阴 |
(日志787)
73—500 Fallen Angel 坠落的天使 --Jennifer Rondeau
(一世界著名诗歌网站评出TOP 500 POEMS IN THE WORLD以下是其中一首)
译/猎人hunter560 (2008年6月27日 )
I have fallen from sky,
Fallen to the ground,
I am the angel of sadness,
Angel of lost hopes,
Angel of lost dreams,
I am the fallen angel,
Fear me not,
I am here for reason,
That reason is to have a second chance in life,
That life I was given for a reason,
They took my wings,
They took me apart made me human,
I was the fallen angel,
But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given,
This angel won’t make the same mistakes she made before,
This angel will go down the right path that has been chosen for her,
This fallen angel know what she has to do to be forgiven.
我从天上坠落下来，
跌到地上，
我是悲伤的天使，
失去希望的天使，
失去梦想的天使，
我是坠落的天使，
别怕我，
我有来这里的理由，
就是生命有第二次机会，
给我生命有个理由，
他们取走了我的翅膀，
他们赶走了我，让我变成人，
我是坠落的天使，
但那个坠落天使的新生命中有次机会，
这个天使不再会犯跟以前同样的错误，
这个天使将会走上给她选择好的正确的道路，
这个坠落的天使知道她必须做什么得到原谅。
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hunter560 发表于 2010-01-25 09:29 | | 星期一(Monday)
阴 |
（日志786）
Architectural Masks建筑的伪装 --Thomas Hardy哈代
译/猎人hunter560 （2010年1月25日 星期一）
I
There is a house with ivied walls,
And mullioned windows worn and old,
And the long dwellers in those halls
Have souls that know but sordid calls,
And dote on gold.
一幢房常青藤爬满，
老旧的窗框就快烂，
可住在里面的人们
灵魂肮脏不堪，
把黄金贪恋。
II
In a blazing brick and plated show
Not far away a 'villa' gleams,
And here a family few may know,
With book and pencil, viol and bow,
Lead inner lives of dreams.
不远处有一小房，
红砖耀眼房顶闪光，
有户人家不为人知，
书籍、笔墨，琴声悠扬，
装满内心的梦想。
III
The philosophic passers say,
'See that old mansion mossed and fair,
Poetic souls therein are they:
And O that gaudy box! Away,
You vulgar people there.'
路过的哲人们说，
“看那幢长满青苔的漂亮旧大厦，
诗歌的灵魂就在里面啦：
哦，远处那个华而不实箱子！
你们凡夫俗子就在那。”
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