聂鲁达英文版《二十首情诗与绝望地歌》

1、聂鲁达二十首情诗与绝望的歌Here I Love YouHere I love youIn the dark pines the wind dise ntan gles itselfThe moon glows like phosphorus on the vagra nt watersDays, all one kind, go chas ing each otherThe snow un furls in dancing figuresA silver gull slips dow n from the westSometimes a sail ,high,high starsOh the

2、 black cross of a shipAlo neSometimes I get up early an eve n my soul is wetFar away the sea sounds an reso undsThis is a portHere I love you .Here I love you and the horiz on hides you in vainI love you still among these cold thi ngsSometimes my kisses go on those heavy vesselsThat cross the sea to

3、wards no arrivalI see myself forgotte n like those old an chorsmesThinking, tha ngli ng shadowsThinkin g,ta ngli ng shadows in the deep solitudeYou are far away too,oh farther tha n anyoneThinkin g,free ing birds,dissolv ing imagesBury ing lampsBelfry of fogs,how far away,up there!Stifling laments,

4、milling shadowy hopes,Taciturn miller.Night falls on you face downward, far from the city.Your prese nee is foreig n, as stra nge to me as a thi ngI think, I explore great tracts of my life bfore youMy life before anyone, my harsh lifeThe shout facing the sea, among the rocks.Running free,mad,i n th

5、e sea-sprayThe sad rage, the shout, the solitude of the seaHeadl on g,viole nt, stretched towads the skyYou,woma n, what were you there, what ray,what vaneOf that imme nse fan?you were as far as you are nowFire in the forest! Buren in blue crossesBurn, bur n, flamp up, sparkle in trees of lightIn my

6、 sky at twilights the garde nerThis poem is a paraphrase of the 30th poem in rab indran ath tagoreIn my sky at twilight you are like a cloudAnd your form and colour are the way I love themYou are mine, mine, woman with sweet lipsAnd in your life my infinite dreams liveThe lamp of my soul dyes your f

7、eetMy sour wine is sweeter on your lipsOh reaper of my eve ning songHow solitary dreams believe you to be mine!You are mine, min e, I go shouti ng it to the after noon' sWind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voiceHun tress of the depths of my eyes, your plun derStills your nocturnal regard as t

8、hough it were waterYou are take n in the net of my music, my loveAnd my nets of music are wide as the skyMy soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mour ningIn your eyes of mour ning the land of dreams begi ns.I like for you to be stillI like for you to be still: it is as though you were abse ntAn

9、d you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch youIt seems as though your eyes had flown awayAnd it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouthAs all things are filled with my soulYou emerge from the things, filled with my soulYou are like my soul. A butterfly of dreamAnd you are like the word

10、mela ncholyI like for you to be still, and you seem far awayIt sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterflyCooing like a doveAnd you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you :Let me come to be still in your sile neeAnd let me talk to you with your sileneeThat is bright sa a lamep,

11、simple as a ringYou are like the night, with its stillness and constellationsYour sile nee is that of a star, as remote and can didI like for you to be still: it is as though you were abse ntDista nt and full of sorrow as though you had diedOne wore the n, one smile, is eno ughAnd I am happy, happy

12、that it ' s not trueEvery day you playEvey day you play with the light of the uni verseSubtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and waterYou are more than this white head that I hold tightlyAs a cluster of fruit, every day, betwee n my handsYou are like no body since I love youLet me spread you

13、out among yellow garla ndsWho writes your n ame in letters of smoke amongThe stars of the south?Oh let me remember you as you were before you existedSudde nly the wind howls and bangs at my shut win dowThe sky is a net crammed with shadowy fishHere all the winds let go sooner or later, all of themTh

14、e rain takes off her clothesThe birds go by, flee ingThe wi nd. The wi nd.I can contend omly aga inst the power of menThe storm whirls dark leavesAnd turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the skyYou are here. Oh, you do not run awayYou will an swer me to the last cryCli ng to me a

15、s though you were frighte nedEve n so, at one time a stra nge shadow ran trough your eyesNow, now too, little one. You bring me honeysuckleAnd eve n your breasts smell of itWhile the sad wind goes slaughteri ng butterfliesI love you, and my happ in ess bites the plum of your mouthHow you must have s

16、uffered getti ng accustomed to meMy savage, solitary soul ,my n ame that sends them all runningSo many times we have see n the morng star bur n , kiss ing our eyesAnd over our heads the grey light unwind in tur ning fansMy words rained over you ,strok ing youA long time I have loved the sunned mothe

17、r-of-pearl of your bodyI go so far as to thi nk that you own the uni verseI will bring you happy flowers from the mountains ,bluebellsDark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.I wantTo do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.I have gone mark ingI have gone marking the atlas of your body w

18、ith crosses of fireMy mouth went across: a spider, try ing to hideIn you ,behi nd you, timid, drive n by thirstStories to tell yu on the shore of eve ningSad and gen tle doll, so that you should not be sadA swa n, a tree, some thi ng far away and happyThe seas on of grapes, the ripe and fruitful sea

19、s onI who lived in a harbour from which I loved youThe solitude crossed with deam and with sile neePenned up betwee n the sea and sad nessSoun dless, delirious, betuue n tuo moti onl ess gon doliersBetween the lips and the voice something goes dyingSomethi ng with the wings of a bird, somethi ng of

20、an guish and oblivi onThe way n ets cannot hold waterMy toy doll, only a few drops are left trembli ngEven so, somethi ng sings in these fugitive wordsSomethi ng sings ,somethi ng climbs to my rave nous mouthOh to be able to celebrate you with all the words of joySing, bur n, flee, like a belfry at

21、the hands of a madma nMy sad tendern ess, what comes over you all at once?Whe n I have resched the most awesome and the coldest summitMy heart closes like a no ctur nal flowerYou breast is enoghYou breast is enogh for my heartAnd my wi ngs for your freedomWhat was sleep ing above your soul will rise

22、Out of my mouth to heave nIn you is the illusi on of each dayYou arrive like the dew to the cupped flowersYou un derm ine the horiz on with your abse neeEternally in flight like the waveI have said tha you sang in the windLike the pines and like the mastsLike them you are tall and taciturnAnd you ar

23、e sad, all at on ce, like a voyageYou gather thi ngs to you like an old roadYou are peopled with echoes and no stalgic voicesI awoke and at times birds fled and migratedThat had bee n sleep ing in your soulAlmost out of the sky, half of the moonAn chors betwee n two mountainsTurning, wan deri ng ni

24、ght, the digger of eyesLet' s see how many stars are smashed in the poolIt makes a cross of mouri ng betwee n my eyes, and runs awayForge of blue metals, ni ghts of stilled combatsM heart revolves like a crazy wheetGirl who have come from so far, bee n brought from so farSometimes your gla nee f

25、lashes ot un der the skyYu cross above my heart eithout stopp ingWind from the tombs carries of , wrecks, scatters your sleey rootThe big trees on the other side of her, uprootedBut you cloudless girl, questi on of smoke, corn tasselYou were what the wind was making with illuminated leavesBehind the

26、 nocturnal mountains, white lily of conflagrationAh, I can say no thi ng! You were mmade of everythi ngLonging that sliced my breast into piecesIt is time to take another road, on which she does not smileStorm that buride the bells, muddy swir of torme ntsWhy touch her now, why make her sadOh to fol

27、low the roda that leads away from everythi ngWithout an guish, death, win ter wait ing along itWith their eyes ope n through the dewWe have lost eve nWe have lost eve n this twilightNo one saw us this eve ning hand in handWhile the blue ni ght dropped on the worldI have see n from my win dowThe fies

28、ta of sun set in the dista nt mountain topsSometimes a piece of sunBurned like a coi n betwee n my handsI remembered you with my soul clen chedIn that sad ness of mine that you knowWhere were you the n?Wo else was there?Saying what?Why will the whole of love come on me sudde nlyWhe n I am sad and fe

29、el you are far away?The book fell that is always turned to at twilightAnd my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feetAlways, always you recede through the ece ningsTowards where the twilight goes erasing statuesDruk with pinesDrunk with pines and long kissesLike summer I steer the fast sail of the ros

30、esBent towards the death of the thi n dayStuck into my solid marine madn essPale and lashed to my rave nous waterI cruise in the sour smell of the n aked climateStill dressed in grey and bitter soundsAnd a sad crest of aba ndoned sprayHarde ned by passi on s, I go moun ted on my one waveLunar, solar

31、, burning and cold, all at onceBecalmed in the throat of the fortun ate islesThat are white and sweet as cool hipsIn the moist ni ght my garme nt of kisses tremblesCharged to insan ity with electric curre ntsHeroically divided into dreamsAnd intoxicating roses practicing on meUpstream, in the midst

32、of the outer wavesYour parallel body yelds to my armsLike a fishi infin itely faste ned to my soulQuick an slow, in the en ergy un der the skyWhite beeWhite bee, you buzz in my soul, drunk with honeyAnd your flight winds in slow spirals of smokeI am the one without hope, the word without echoesHe wh

33、o lost everythi ng and he who had everythi ngLast hawser, i n you creaks my last longingIn my barre n land you are the final roseAh you who are sile nt!Let your deep eyes close. There the ni ght fluttersAh your body, a frighte ned statue, n akedYou have deep eyes in which the ni ght flailsCool arms

34、of flowers and a lap of roseYour breasts seem like white sn ailsA butterfly of shadow has come to sleep on your bellyAh you who are sile nt!Here is the solitude from which you are abse ntIt is raining. The sea wind is hunting stray gullsThe water walks barefoot in the wet streetsFrom that tree the l

35、eaves compla in as though they were sick White bee, eve n whe n you are gone you buzz in my soul You live aga in in time, sle nder and sile ntAh you who are sile nt!Lea ning. In to. The .after noonsLea ning into the after noons I cast my sad n etsTowards your ocea nic eyesThere in the highest blaze

36、my solitude len gthe ns and flamesIts arms turning like a drowning man' sI send out red sig nals across your abse nt eyesThat move like the sea n ear a lighthouseYou keep only dark ness, my dista nt femaleFrom your regard sometimes the coast of dread emergesLes ning into the afternoons I fli ng

37、my sad n etsTo that sea that beats on your marine eyesThe birds of ni ght peck at the first starsThat flash like my soul whe n I love youThe ni ght gallops on its shadowy mareSheddi ng blue tassels over the landI remember you as you wereI remember you as you were in the last autumnYou were the grey

38、beret and the still heartIn your eyes the flames of the twilight fought onAnd the leaves fell in the water of your soulClasping my arms like a climbing plantThe leaves garn ered your voice, that was slow and at peaceBonfire of awe in which my thirst was bur ningSweet blue hyaci nth twisted over my s

39、oulI feel your eyes traveli ng, and the autu mn is far off:Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a houseTowards which my deep longings migratedAnd my kisses fell, happy as embersSky frm a ship .field from the hills:Your memory is made of light, fo smoke, of a still pond!Beyond your eyes, farther o

40、n, the eve nings were blaz ingDry autu mn leaves revolved in your soulSo that you will hear meSo that you will hear me my wordsSometimes grow thi nAs the tracks of the gulls on the beachesNecklace, drunken bellFor your hands smooth as grapesAnd I watch my words from a long way offThey are more yours

41、 tha n mineThey climb on my old sufferi ng like ivyIt climbs the same way on damp wallsYou are to blame for this cruel sportThey are flee ing from my dark lairYou fill everythi ng, you fill everythi ngBefore you they peopled the solitude that you occupyAnd they are more used to my sad ness tha n you

42、 areNow I want them to say what I want to say to youTo make you hear as I want you to hear meThe wind of an guish still hauls on them as usualSometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them overYou liste n to other voices in my painful voiceLame nt of old mouths, blood of old supplicati onsLove me,

43、companion. Don ' t forsake me. Follow meFollow me. Compa nion, on this wave of an guishBut my words become sta ined with your loveYou occupy everythi ng, you occupy everythi ngI am making them into an endless necklaceFor your white han ds, smooth as grapesThe morning is fullThe morning is full o

44、f stormIn the heart of summerThe clouds travel like white han dkerchiefs of goodbyeThe wind, traveli ng, wav ing them in its handsThe nu mberless heart of the windBeati ng above our lov ing sile neeOrchestral and div ine, reso unding among the treesLike a Ian guage full of wars and songsWind that be

45、ars off the dead leaves with a quick raidAnd deflects the puls ing arrows of the birdsWind that topples her in a wave without sprayAnd substa nee without weight, and lea ning firesHer mass of kisses breaks and sinksAssailed in the door of the summer' s windAh vast ness of pinesAh vast ness of pi

46、n es, murmur of waves break ingSlow play of lights, solitary bellTwilight falli ng in your eyes, toy dollEarth-shell, in whom the earth singsIn you the rivers sing and my soul flees in themAs you desire, and you send it where you willAim my road on your bow of hopeAnd in a frenzy I will free my floc

47、k of arrowsOn all sides I see your waist of fogAnd your sile nee hunts dow n my afflicted hoursMy kisses an chor, and my moist desire n estsIn you with your arms of tan spare nt stoneAh your mysterious voice that love tolls and darkensIn the resonant and dying eve ning!Thus in deep hours I have see

48、n, over the fieldsThe ears of wheat tolling in the mouth of the windThe light wraps youThe light wraps you in its mortal flameAbstracted pale mour ner, sta nding that wayAgainst the old propellers of the twilightThat revolves around youSpeechless, my frie ndAlone in the Ion eli ness of this hour of

49、the deadAnd filled with the lives of firePure heir of the ruined dayA bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garme ntThe great roots of nin ghtGrow sudde nly from your soulAnd the thi ngs that hide in you come out aga inSo that a blue and pallid peopleYour n ewly born, takes no urishme ntOh

50、magn ifice nt and fecund and magn etic slaveOf the circle tha moves in turn through black and goldRise, lead and possess a creati onSo rich in life that its flowers perishand it is full of sad nessthe song of despairthe memory of you emerges from the ni ght aro und methe river min gles its stubbor n

51、 lame nt with the sea deserted like the wharves at daw nit is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!Cold flower heads are raining over my heartOh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwreckedIn you the wars and the flights accumulatedFrom you the wings of the song birds roseYou swallowed everythi n

52、g, like dista neeLike the sea, like time. In you everythi ng sankIt was the happy hour of assault and the kissThe hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthousePilot ' s dread, fury of a blind diverTurbule nt drunkenn ess of love, in you everythi ng sank!In the childhood of mist my soul, win ged and woun dedLost discoverer, i n you everythi ng sankYou girdled sorrow, you clung to desireSadn ess stunned you, in you everythi ng sankI made the wall of shadow draw backBey ond desire and act, I walked onOh flesh, my own flesh, woma n