第3个回答 2009-11-26
1. 埃德蒙·斯宾塞
Sonnet
十四行
Fresh spring the herald of loves mighty king,
新春啊,你这君临万方的爱神的先驱,
In whose cote armour richly are displayed
你的外衣富丽堂皇,展现出
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring
世间的繁花万朵,不胜枚举,
In goodly colours gloriously arrayed.
她那婀娜多姿的服装,耀人眼目。
Go to my love, Where she is carelesse laid,
找我的爱人去吧,她满不在乎,
Yet in her winters bowre:
她仍在她冬天的闺房里深睡不醒:
Tell her the joyous time will not be staid
告诉她:快乐的时光不会永驻,
Unlesse she do him by the forelock take,
除非她能把它牢牢地捏在手中;
Bid her therefore her selfe soon ready make,
嘱咐她要把一切的准备快快完成,
To wait on love amongst his lovely crew.
好去那一群丽人当中把爱神恭迎:
Where every one that misseth then her make,
谁若是还打动不了爱人的魂灵,
Shall be by him amercest with penance dew.
爱神就必定给他以应有的严惩。
Make hast therefore sweet love, whilest it is prime,
快抓住这甜蜜的爱,趁着青春时候,
For none can call againe the passed time.
青春一去难再,像是大海东流。
2.威廉布莱克 William Blake
The Tyger 老虎
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright 老虎!老虎!光焰闪耀,
In the forests of the night, 在黑夜的丛林中熊熊燃烧, '
What immortal hand or eye 什么样的不朽之手和眼
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 造成你那可怕的匀称外貌?
In what distant deeps or skies 你眼中的烈火熊熊
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 来自多远的深处或高空?
On what wings dare he aspire? 他凭什么翅膀敢飞到九天?
What the hand dare seize the fire? 什么样的手敢去抓这火焰?
And what shoulder, and what art, 什么样的臂力,什么样的技艺
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 才能拧成你那心脏的腱肌?
And when thy heart began to beat, 什么样的手,什么样的脚,
What dread hand? And what dread feet? 才使得你的心脏开始弹跳?
What the hammer? What the chain? 用什么样的锤子?什么样的链条?
In what furnace was thy brain? 在什么样的炉里炼成了你的大脑?
What the anvil? What dread grasp 在什么样的铁砧上?用什么样的臂力
Dare its deadly terrors clasp? 敢抓住这可以致命的可怕东西?
When the stars threw down their spears, 当星星投下他们的矛枪,
And watered heaven with their tears, 用他们的泪水浇灌穹苍,
Did he smile his work to see? 他见到自己的作品时可微笑?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? 难道是他造了你也造了羊羔?
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright 老虎!老虎!光焰闪耀,
In the forests of the night, 在黑夜的丛林中熊熊燃烧,
What immortal hand or eye, 什么样的不朽之手和眼
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? 造成你那可怕的匀称外貌?
3. 威廉华兹华斯
I Wondered Lonely as a Cloud
I wondered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils ;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in the never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay :
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced ; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee :
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company :
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought :
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude ;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
我孤独地漫游,像一朵云
我孤独地漫游,像一朵云
在山丘和谷地上飘荡,
忽然间我看见一群
金色的水仙花迎春开放,
在树荫下,在湖水边,
迎着微风起舞翩翩。
连绵不绝,如繁星灿烂,
在银河里闪闪发光,
它们沿着湖湾的边缘
延伸成无穷无尽的一行;
我一眼看见了一万朵,
在欢舞之中起伏颠簸。
粼粼波光也在跳着舞,
水仙的欢欣却胜过水波;
与这样快活的伴侣为伍,
诗人怎能不满心欢乐!
我久久凝望,却想象不到
这奇景赋予我多少财宝,——
每当我躺在床上不眠,
或心神空茫,或默默沉思,
它们常在心灵中闪现,
那是孤独之中的福祉;
于是我的心便涨满幸福,
和水仙一同翩翩起舞。
4.叶芝
A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye
That is all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die
I life the glass to my mouth
I look at you and I sigh
饮酒歌
酒入唇
爱入眼
那是我们的真理
在老去和死去之前
我举杯唇边
看着你,轻叹.
第4个回答 2009-12-08
西风颂
英文版
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o’er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!
II
Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky’s commotion,
Loose clouds like earth’s decaying leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
On the blue surface of thine a?ry surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith’s height,
The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!
III
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lull’d by the coil of his crystàlline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae’s bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave’s intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantic’s level powers
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!
IV
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seem’d a vision; I would ne’er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chain’d and bow’d
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
V
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like wither’d leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguish’d hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawaken’d earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
《西风颂》
雪莱
1
哦,犷野的西风,你秋之实体的气息!
由于你无形无影的出现,万木萧疏,
似鬼魅逃避驱魔巫师,蔫黄,魆黑,
苍白,潮红,疫疠摧残的落叶无数,
四散飘舞;哦,你又把有翅的种籽
凌空运送到他们阴暗的越冬床圃;
仿佛是一具具僵卧在坟墓里的尸体,
他们将分别蛰伏,冷落而又凄凉,
直到阳春你蔚蓝的姐妹向梦中的大地
吹响她嘹亮的号角(如同牧放群羊,
驱送香甜的花蕾到空气中觅食就饮)
给高山平原注满生命的色彩和芬芳。
不羁的精灵,你啊,你到处运行;
你破坏,你也保存,听,哦,听!
2
在你的川流上,在骚动的高空,
纷乱的乌云,那雨和电的天使,
正像大地凋零枯败的落叶无穷,
挣脱天空和海洋交错缠接的柯枝,
飘流奔泻;在你清虚的波涛表面,
似梅娜德头上扬起的蓬勃青丝,
从那茫茫地平线阴暗的边缘
直到苍穹的绝顶,到处都散布着
迫近的暴风雨飘摇翻腾的发卷。
你啊,垂死残年的挽歌,四合的夜幕
在你聚集的全部水汽威力支撑下,
将构成他那庞大墓穴的拱形顶部。
从你那雄浑磅礴的氛围,将迸发
黑色的雨、火、冰雹;哦,听啊!
3
你,哦,是你把蓝色的地中海
从梦中唤醒,他在一整个夏天
都酣睡在贝伊湾一座浮石岛外,
被澄澈的流水喧哗声催送入眠,
梦见了古代的楼台、塔堡和宫闱,
在澎湃汹涌的波光里不住地抖颤,
全都长满了蔚蓝色苔藓和花卉,
馨香馥郁,如醉的知觉难以描摹。
哦,为了给你让路,大西洋水
豁然开裂,而在浩淼波澜深处,
海底花藻和枝叶无汁的淤泥丛林,
哦,由于把你的呼啸声辨认出,
一时都惨然变色,胆怵心惊,
战栗着自行凋落;听,哦,听!
4
我若是一朵轻捷的浮云,能随你同飞,
我若是一片落叶,能为你所提携,
我若是一重波浪,能喘息于你的神威,
分享你雄强的脉搏,自由不羁,
仅次于,哦,仅次于不可控制的你;
我若能像在少年时,作为伴侣,
随你同游天际,因为在那时节,
似乎超越你天界的神速也不为奇迹;
我也就不至于像现在这样急切,
向你苦苦祈求。哦,快把我飏起,
就像你飏起波浪、浮云、落叶!
我倾覆于人生的荆棘!我在流血!
岁月的重负压制着的这一个太像你,
像你一样,骄傲,不驯,而且敏捷。
5
像你以森林演奏,请也以我为琴,
哪怕我的叶片也像森林的一样凋谢!
你那非凡和谐的慷慨激越之情,
定能从森林和我同奏出深沉的秋乐,
悲怆却又甘洌。但愿你勇猛的精灵
竟是我的魂魄,我能成为剽悍的你!
请把我枯萎的思绪播送宇宙,
就像你驱遣落叶催促新的生命,
请凭借我这韵文写就的符咒,
就像从未灭的余烬飏出炉灰和火星,
把我的话语传遍天地间万户千家,
通过我的嘴唇,向沉睡未醒的人境,
让预言的号角奏鸣!哦,风啊,
冬天如果来了,春天还会远吗?
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