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A Poem A Day

一日一詩(shī)
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Anna James 美國(guó)
I'm an avid poetry reader and I think that it might be a good idea to have a poetry-exchanging thread, so I just made this one.
I plan to post a poem every day or so, and will invite everyone to share their favorite poems.
I will post a lix when I can find what I want to post already on the net, and if I can, I will write it in my post.
I will start with Edgar Alan Po - "The Raven"

作為一個(gè)熱愛詩(shī)歌的人，在下打算開一個(gè)詩(shī)歌交流貼，每天帖一篇或幾篇，然后邀請(qǐng)更多的人來分析他們的詩(shī)作。
我會(huì)把詩(shī)的鏈接貼出來，而且如果我能做到的話，我自己也會(huì)寫幾首詩(shī)出來。
讓我以埃倫·坡的《烏鴉》作為開場(chǎng)吧。

評(píng)論翻譯
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In all languages?

什么語(yǔ)言都可以嗎？

Anna James 美國(guó)
I think that the rule of the forum is English only...but I use Bulgarian, Russian, some Serbian, and to some point French, so I would take lixs in those languages for private use. I don't use Chinese though...I had read some stuff in Russian translation, poems from the "Tan era"...does this mean anything to you? Translation changes things so much that one hardly can recognize them...sadly, one cannot learn all possible languages.

我想論壇的規(guī)矩是要用英語(yǔ)吧…不過我會(huì)保加利亞語(yǔ)和俄羅斯語(yǔ)、還粗通一點(diǎn)塞爾維亞和法語(yǔ)，所以我會(huì)把這些語(yǔ)言的原文鏈接也注上?？上也粫?huì)中文…我以前讀過一些中國(guó)詩(shī)的俄文譯本，說是什么“Tan時(shí)代”的……這是啥意思??？翻譯后的變動(dòng)太大了，根本看不出原詩(shī)的面貌……可是一個(gè)人又沒法學(xué)會(huì)全世界的語(yǔ)言，唉。

一、
Linschoten英國(guó)
Why not have poems in other languages if accompanied by an English translation?

附帶有的英文翻譯的外文詩(shī)應(yīng)該也可以吧？

The Bean Field, by John Clare
A beanfield full in blossom smells as sweet
As Araby, or groves of orange flowers;
Black-eyed and white, and feathered to one's feet,
How sweet they smell in morning's dewy hours!
When seething night is left upon the flowers,
And when morn's sun shines brightly o'er the field,
The bean bloom glitters in the gems of showers,
And sweet the fragrance which the unx yields
To battered footpaths crossing o'er the fields.

《豆田》 約翰·克萊爾
豆田花開，那甜美的清香
像阿拉比集市，像橘子花的花叢；
黑色的眼眸
飛落到腳邊的潔白
在露重濕潤(rùn)的清晨
這味道是多么的甜蜜！
當(dāng)火熱的夜晚殘留于花瓣
旭日的光芒照亮了豆田
菜豆的花朵
閃爍著露水的寶石
愈發(fā)馥郁的香氣
也彌漫了
田野間古舊的小徑

He spent the latter part of his life in a lunatic asylum, here is a poem that he wrote there:

他的后半生是在瘋?cè)嗽褐卸冗^的，這是他在那里寫下的詩(shī)作：

I AM! yet what I am who cares, or knows?
My friends forsake me like a memory lost.
I am the self-consumer of my woes;
They rise and vanish, an oblivious host,
Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost.
And yet I am—I live—though I am toss'd
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dream,
Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys,
But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem
And all that 's dear. Even those I loved the best
Are strange—nay, they are stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man has never trod—
For scenes where woman never smiled or wept—
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Full of high thoughts, unborn. So let me lie,—
The grass below; above, the vaulted sky.

我仍存在！但是，
有誰知道
有誰在乎？
我的朋友棄我而去
如同一段被忘卻的回憶；
我制造痛苦
自己將它們一一下咽；
它們悄悄地來，又無聲地離去
像生活的陰影
已丟失了他的靈魂
但我仍舊存在！

與我孤獨(dú)的身影一同活著 顛簸在奚落與嘈雜的虛無之中。
飄搖在半夢(mèng)半醒的汪洋大海，
既無生的感覺又無活的歡樂，
只有那巨大的沉船
是我尊嚴(yán)的殘骸
曾經(jīng)珍視過的的人，深愛過的人
將與我形同陌路
——不，要比那些從未認(rèn)識(shí)的人

還要讓人感到陌生 我渴望一個(gè)男人從未涉足過的世界，
女人，也從未在這土地上歡笑或哭泣
在那里我將與我的造物主同在
并像孩提時(shí)那樣甜蜜的入睡
我的心中也充滿了
未經(jīng)歷塵世的崇高思想
那么，就讓我躺下來——
身下是草地，頭頂，則是蒼穹。?

二、General Michael Collins 愛爾蘭
A Poem I learn off by heart two years ago; It refers to the United Irishmen's rebellion of 1798. they were defeated easily, partly because they fought muskets with pikes, but mostly poor organization was to blame. After the rebellion the shame of such a disastrous defeat was heavy on Irish minds, and this poem was printed to honour the dead.

我在2年前見到過這么一首詩(shī)：它描述的是1789年的愛爾蘭起義。反叛的人很快就被擊敗了，原因一方面在于他們是拿著刺刀與機(jī)槍拼命，但更多的還是因?yàn)樗麄兘M織管理上的錯(cuò)誤。在起義被鎮(zhèn)壓之后，這場(chǎng)慘烈的失敗成了愛爾蘭人們心頭揮之不去的恥辱。這首詩(shī)所表現(xiàn)的，正是對(duì)死難者的敬意：

Who dares to speak of '98
Who Blushes at the name,
When Cowards mock the Patriots fate
Who hangs his head in Shame?
He's all a knave, or half a slave who slights his country thus;
But a true man, like you man,
Will Fill your glass with us.
Here's their memory,
May it be for us a shining light,
To cheer our strife for liberty and teach us to unite.
And though Good and ill be Ireland's still,
And Sad as theirs your fate,
And True men, be you men,
Like those of '98.

誰敢提及九八年
誰為這名字臉紅羞愧
懦夫嘲笑愛國(guó)者的命運(yùn)
而后者因?yàn)閻u辱
將頭顱伸進(jìn)了絞架 那人地位卑賤，
抑或是蔑視國(guó)家的奴仆
但他們是真正的男子漢，就像你一樣 愿將百姓，放入心中 這里是他們的記憶
或能帶給我們光明
它鼓舞我們?yōu)樽杂啥窢?zhēng)
教會(huì)我們團(tuán)結(jié)一致 愛爾蘭的風(fēng)物永不改變
悲傷的結(jié)局無法逆轉(zhuǎn)
但如果你是個(gè)男人
就像九八年的他們一樣
做一個(gè)真真正正的男子漢。

三、Linschoten 英國(guó)
Having Confessed, by Patrick Kavanagh:
《懺悔》 作者：Patrick Kavanagh
Having confessed he feels
That he should go down on his knees and pray
For forgiveness for his pride, for having
Dared to view his soul from the outside.
Lie at the heart of the emotion, time
Has its own work to do. We must not anticipate
Or awaken for a moment. God cannot catch us
Unless we stay in the unconscious room
Of our hearts. We must be nothing,
Nothing that God may make us something.
We must not touch the immortal material
We must not daydream to-morrow's judgment—
God must be allowed to surprise us.
We have sinned, sinned like Lucifer
By this anticipation. Let us lie down again
Deep in anonymous humility and God
May find us worthy material for His hand.

他跪下向上帝祈禱
祈求他寬恕自己的驕傲，
并賜予他超凡的勇氣
足以從外界審視自己的靈魂 居于感情的中心，時(shí)間
起著不一樣的作用
我們無法喚醒或預(yù)支
哪怕僅有一瞬的時(shí)間 走入心中那空無一物的房間

將自己的心靈呈現(xiàn)給上帝——
我們雖微不足道
卻能蒙上帝的恩賜得以升華
我們無法觸及永恒
也不該空想將來的審判——
因?yàn)橹挥猩系勰芙o我們驚喜

決定我們的善惡 我們每個(gè)人都有罪，
如路西法一樣的罪
就讓我們預(yù)先懺悔，
再一次匍匐于地
深藏在蕓蕓眾生之中，
若有足以獲得拯救的美德
或許就能到上帝的垂青。

四、Chookie 英國(guó)
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
莪默·伽亞謨的《魯拜集》 It's too long to post the whole thing, so I'm putting up the first three verses and a lix to the whole thing:-
1
Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes
The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light.
2
Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
"Why nods the drowsy Worshiper outside?"
3
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted---"Open then the Door!
"You know how little while we have to stay,
"And, once departed, may return no more."

（譯注：此處引用郭沫若的所譯《魯拜集》前三節(jié)）?

1
醒呀！太陽(yáng)驅(qū)散了群星，
暗夜從空中逃遁，
燦爛的金箭，
射中了蘇丹的高瓴。

2
朝昧的幻影破猶未曾，
茅店內(nèi)似有人的呼聲，
“寺院都已掃凈了內(nèi)堂，
托缽人何猶門外打盹？”

I never lost but twice
And that was in the sod
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God.
Angels, twice descending
Reimbursed my store.
Burglar, banker, father,
I am poor once more.

那樣的重大的打擊一連兩次
都已被埋在草地下面
兩次我站在上帝的門前，
像乞丐一樣祈求施舍！
天使曾兩次降臨，
彌補(bǔ)了我的損失
但竊賊，銀行家，父親
我再次一貧如洗！

Yorgos 希臘
Nice poem, I felt like if I had read an optimistic version of Waiting for Godot of Samuel Becket. There, Vladimir says that by watching on the map the Dead See in Holly lands, he felt thirsty of its blue. But Vladimir and Estragon never had a reward for their wait. Angels appeared them every night, but they were just announcing the prolongation of the wait.
I liked that poem Anna, mostly the end, which reminds me the eternal wait in front of the Gate of Kafka. Definitely my preference is for closed gates, kind of a homeopathic cure.

好詩(shī)啊好詩(shī)，我感覺這首詩(shī)有點(diǎn)像是樂觀主義版本的《等待戈多》。書中弗拉基米爾說過，當(dāng)他看著地圖上圣地的死海時(shí)，總覺得對(duì)那種藍(lán)色饑渴難耐。不過弗拉季米爾和愛斯特拉岡的等待一直沒能有結(jié)果。天使每晚都會(huì)降臨，但他們只是一味的等待。 我很喜歡樓上的詩(shī)，尤其是那個(gè)結(jié)尾，它讓我想起了卡夫卡《法律門前》中那永恒的等待。農(nóng)夫所苦侯的大門其實(shí)一直是關(guān)閉著的，這有一點(diǎn)像順勢(shì)療法。（譯注：指兩者最終效果相同） 譯注：《等待戈多》原文為“愛斯特拉岡：我只記得圣地的地圖。都是彩色圖。非常好看。死海是青灰色的。我一看到那圖，心里就直癢癢。這是咱倆該去的地方，我老這么說，這是咱們?cè)撊ザ让墼碌牡胤?。咱們可以游泳。咱們可以得到幸福?！?順勢(shì)療法的理論基礎(chǔ)是“同樣的制劑治療同類疾病”，意思是為了治療某種疾病，需要使用一種能夠在健康人中產(chǎn)生相同癥狀的藥劑。例如，毒性植物顛茄（也被稱為莨菪）能夠?qū)е乱环N搏動(dòng)性的頭痛、高熱和面部潮紅。因此，順勢(shì)療法藥劑顛茄就用來治療那些發(fā)熱和存在突發(fā)性搏動(dòng)性頭痛的病人。

Anna James 美國(guó)
I feel in as a rebelion toward God - you know - God giveth, God taketh away...so he is the "burglar, banker, father" in the same time...I think it's very loaded..of course only a true believer can rebel like this...I never will be one, so I can only hear it from outside.
Here the poem for today "The Harlot's House" by Oscar Wilde
The poem for today - "The Broken Men" by Rudyard Kipling

我感覺這首詩(shī)表達(dá)的是一種對(duì)上帝的反抗。你知道的，予取予奪全憑上帝裁決，因此他既是“竊賊”，又是“銀行家”，還是“父親”…我認(rèn)為這首詩(shī)的意味非常沉重深遠(yuǎn)…當(dāng)然也只有真正的信徒，才會(huì)以這種方式表達(dá)對(duì)上帝的反抗……我不是他們中的一員，因此我只能置身事外，傾聽他們的作品。
這里有一首詩(shī)，是奧斯卡·王爾德的《妓女之家》
今天的詩(shī)是：魯?shù)聛喌隆ぜ妨值摹镀扑榈哪腥藗儭?br/>約瑟夫·魯?shù)聛喌隆ぜ妨郑≧udyard Kipling）是英國(guó)著名的詩(shī)人、短篇小說家，1907年英國(guó)首位諾貝爾文學(xué)獎(jiǎng)獲得者，也是歷史上諾貝爾文學(xué)獎(jiǎng)最年輕的獲得者。

Solidaire 希臘
II. MYCENAE
邁錫尼 Give me your hands, give me your hands, give me your hands.
I have seen in the night
the sharp peak of the mountain,
seen the plain beyond flooded
with the light of an invisible moon,
seen, turning my head,
black stones huddled
and my life taut as a chord
beginning and end
the final moment:
my hands.

把你的手給我，把你的手給我，把你的手給我 我曾見過夜色中的群山，
那山峰陡峭得直入天際；
我曾見過那毗鄰巨浪的平原，
沐浴著朦朧慘淡的月光。
回首望向身后的大地，
那一塊塊黑色的巖石簇?fù)斫诲e(cuò)。
只有我的命運(yùn)脆弱卑微，
永遠(yuǎn)如同繃緊的弓弦般易斷。
于是在生命的最后時(shí)刻，
我攤開自己的雙手。

（譯者注：此處只翻譯第一節(jié)） October 1935

Anna James 美國(guó)
Here another Native American poem:
Call To The Four Sacred Winds

這是另一首美國(guó)本土的詩(shī)：
向四方神圣的風(fēng)呼喊

I call to the East, where the Father ascends
to all Mother Earth where life begins.
I fly through the cedars, pines, willows, and birch
as animals below me wander and search.
I call to the South, to the land down below.
Turtle stands silent, as man strings his bow
to hunt food and fur for his kin before snow.
A life will end so others will grow.
I call to the North, that yansa once knew.
I follow their path til it disappears from view.
Once vast in number, there stand but a few.
I hear only ghost thunder of millions of hooves.
I call to the West, to the ends of the lands,
to the Tsalagi, Kiowa, Comanche ... all bands.
Unite for the strength. Teach the young and demand
that you are Native Americans. Learn your tongue and stand.
My name is Freedom... I fly through this land.
I call to the Four Sacred Winds of Turtle Island.
Spirit Wind (Pat Poland)

向東方呼喊，當(dāng)天父上升之時(shí)
告訴所有的母親，大地上的生命即將興起
我飛越香柏和雪松，我飛越柳樹和樺樹
在我的身下，野獸游曳而逡巡 向南方呼喊，大陸將在那里湮滅
巨龜沉默地佇立，男人拉滿了他的弓箭
在白雪飄落之前，要為他的家庭捕獵到食物和皮毛
一條生命結(jié)束，其它的生命因此得生 我向北方呼喊，閆撒必定知道那里的傳奇
我跟隨他們的腳步，直到那痕跡在視野中消失
曾經(jīng)的浩如煙海，如今只剩下微茫的痕跡
佇立在古路上，我只聽見馬蹄如雷的響聲 我向西方呼喊，那陸地的盡頭
向著切羅基, 凱厄瓦, 卡曼其...所有的部族，
發(fā)出團(tuán)結(jié)一致的呼喚，
告訴年輕的、迷惑的人們，你們是美國(guó)人
還請(qǐng)你們學(xué)習(xí)語(yǔ)言，直起腰板來行走
我的名字是自由……我飛越這片大地
在海龜島上，我向四方神圣的風(fēng)呼喊
風(fēng)中之魂(Pat Poland)