Feeling
In the blue summer evening, I will walk in the countryside,
Facing the itchy wheat awns, stepping on the thin grass,
As if I was dreaming, my head was bathed in the evening breeze,
The soles of my feet felt cool and fresh.
I think nothing, say nothing,
An infinite love guides me from the heart,
I walk farther and farther, like a wandering Gypsies,
walking through nature, are as happy as carrying a female companion.
Translation by Fei Bai
Ophelia
1
Stars sleep on the quiet dark water,
Ophelia is like a huge lily, all in pure white.
She floats slowly in the water with a long scarf on her pillow,
——The bamboo forest in the distance has already The sound of hunting horns came.
For more than a thousand years, like a white ghost,
The miserable Ophelia has passed in this long black river;
—For more than a thousand years , her sweet and passionate love whispers her romantic history in the evening breeze.
The wind kissed her breasts and blew away her veil,
Like a blooming flower, swaying gently in the water;
Willow silk Crying on her shoulder, trembling,
Reed bowed before the greatness of her contemplation.
The bruised water lilies lamented around her;
Sometimes she awoke from the nest of a sleeping bird in the alder tree,
hearing only the gentle beating of wings, The birds fly away;
——A mysterious song falls from the golden stars.
Two
O pale Ophelia, you are as beautiful as snow!
Yes, you are dead, child, and have been taken away by the river!
——Because the wind blowing down from the high mountains of Norway
has whispered to you the bitter freedom;
Because of the breeze that blows your long hair< /p>
Send strange sounds into your dream soul;
Because in the sadness of the trees and the sighs of the night
your heart hears the song of nature ;
Because the roar of the angry sea is like a hoarse gasp,
It shatters your too affectionate and gentle child-like chest,
Because April One morning, the pale and handsome knight, a poor madman, sat silently on your knees.
Poor crazy girl, what a beautiful dream! Heaven, freedom, love!
You melt into dreams, like snow into fire:
Your vast hallucination chokes your voice
—The terrible infinity makes you His blue eyes were frightened and frightened!
Three
——The poet said, at night, you often come to look for you,
Under the starry sky, you often come to look for the flowers you picked,
He also said that he saw the pure white Ophelia, pillowed on her gauze skirt,
like a huge lily, floating on the water.
Translated by Hu Xiaoyue
Winter Dream
Dedicated to... her.
In winter, we got into a rose-colored carriage,
with blue seats inside.
Every soft corner has a nest of passionate kisses,
We are extremely comfortable.
Close your eyes and don’t look at the swaying black shadows on the glass,
those ghosts and black demons,
Black wolves.
Then you feel your face being scratched,
a small kiss, like a crazy spider,
crawling on your neck... ...
You quickly lowered your head and exclaimed: "Where did it go?"
——We searched for a long time,
The little insect has traveled far away...< /p>
Translated by Wang Yipei
The Sleeper in the Valley
This is a green cave,
The singing river hangs the silver tatters on the Grass tip,
The sun shines on the proud mountain tops,
This is an empty valley covered with moss.
A young soldier, mouth open, head bare,
neck bathed in the fresh green of blue mustard,
he lay The naked long sky was draped in the grass,
On the big green bed where the sun was weeping, he fell asleep with a pale face.
He put his feet into the irises and fell asleep.
Smiling like a sick child, he felt cold,
so nature shook him with a warm embrace.
The fragrance could no longer make his nostrils tremble.
He slept peacefully in the sun, covering his heart with his hand.
There were two tattoos on his right rib. Red bullet holes.
Translated by Gray and Liang Dong
Green Hotel
Five o'clock in the evening
For eight days, I have been running on the gravel road,
It took a pair of boots to wear out before I came to Charlois.
In the green inn: I'll have
bread, butter and half-cooled ham.
Luckily, I stretched out my legs under the green dining table.
Gazing at the innocent murals on the tapestry.
——This is very cute,
When a girl with big breasts and fiery eyes comes over,
She is not coming up to give you a kiss to make you feel. Shocked!
With a bright face, she held up a colorful tray and brought me lukewarm ham, butter and slices of bread.
The red and white ham smelled of garlic,
She poured me a full glass of beer,
The evening sun shone on the beer The foam is shining with gold!
October 1870
Translated by Wang Yipei
The cunning girl
The brown restaurant exudes
With the aroma of varnish and fruits, I sat happily
on the big chair and tasted a plate
of something made by Belgians.
While eating and listening to the clock, I was secretly pleasantly surprised.
A burst of fragrance wafted from the kitchen.
At this moment, the service lady came over. I don’t know why
her hair was messy and her hairpins were shaky.
She fiddled with her cheeks with trembling fingers,
Then she pouted her mouth like a child angrily,
Her face was like a red and white peach. .
After putting away the cups and plates, she came to me, in order to make me happy,
—just like that—of course she had to give me a sweet kiss,—
p>
Then he gently told me: "Your little face froze me..."
October 1870, Charlois.
Translated by Wang Yipei
Cabinet
This is a large carved cabinet, dark oak,
very old, like an old woman's Face;
The cupboard door opened, and a smell of old wine and intoxicating fragrance overflowed from the shadows.
The cupboard is filled with messy antiques,
Fragrant yellow handkerchiefs, bibs for women and children,
Withered old lace,
Grandma’s headscarf, with strange birds and animals printed on it.
There are also various badges inside,
white and chestnut locks, dried flowers and portraits,
the fragrance is mixed with the fragrance of fruits.
——Oh, ancient cupboard, you know many stories,
When the black door "squeaks" open,
You will tell those pieces The past events are recounted.
/p>
The coat looks quite impressive;
I walk under the sky, Muse! I am loyal to you;
Oh, I have also dreamed of brilliant love!
There is a big hole in my only shorts,
——Just like the little finger of dreams, I am waving poetry all the way
My inn is the Big Bear Star,
My stars make a rustling sound in the sky.
Sitting by the roadside, I listened attentively.
On a quiet night in September, dewdrops wet my forehead,
like rich wine.
I chant in the phantom, tightening
the elastic band on the worn shoes, like playing a harp,
One foot close to my heart!
Translated by Wang Yipei
Crow
When the cold envelopes the grassland,
In the depressed village
The long bell The sound is silent...
In the desolate nature,
God, you descended from the sky
This graceful and lovely crow.
The cold wind is like a strange army shouting fiercely,
attacking your nest,
you follow the rolling river of the Yellow River,
On the roads with crosses,
On ditches and caves,
Spread out and gather together!
In the French winter fields where the new war dead lie,
Thousands of you circle,
For It makes every pedestrian think!
Be the shouter of this mission,
Ah, we are black birds in mourning clothes!
But the Holy One of the sky,
let the May songbird
be lost high in the oak tree
On the mast in the vast twilight,
provided companionship to those people,
the failed war
delivered them to the depths of the woods
of fading grass.
Translated by Gray and Liang Dong
The head of the faun
In the green treasure box plated with gold spots in the bush,
In the twilight of the trees with the gorgeous flowers,
The sweet kiss of sleep,
The sudden liveliness disrupted the beauty,
The astonished faun Raising his eyes,
holding a red flower between his white teeth,
his lips as bright as old wine,
laughing among the branches .
He ran away - like a squirrel -
His smile still trembled on every leaf,
A gray finch flew in Disturbed
The golden kiss that was meditating in the woods.
Translated by Gray and Liang Dong
Evening Prayer (Fantasy)
I sit like an angel falling into the hands of a barber,
Holding a large fluted cup in his hand,
bent down, holding a Gambier pipe in his mouth,
blowing the cool breeze passing through the invisible sail. wind.
Like the hot pigeon droppings in the old dovecote,
The colorful dreams burned me gently:
Then my melancholy heart, like A piece of mottled waste wood, dripping with the shadow of fallen flowers and the young golden color.
Swallowing my dreams carefully,
After drinking thirty or forty cups in one go, I turned around again,
Thinking quietly, opening up The acrimonious desire in my heart:
Like the lord of everything from hyssop to cedar,
I urinate tenderly towards the brown sky,
High and far, and approved by huge sunflowers.
Vowels
A black, E white, I red, U green, O blue: vowels,
One day I will reveal your secret origins:
A, the fluffy black vest on the fly,
Whirling around the stench, the gloomy bay;
E, the innocence of mist and tent, the proud peak of the glacier,
The white emperor, the small white flowers like stars are trembling;
I, the bright red vomited blood , beautiful red lips
A smile in anger or penitent drunkenness;
U, the cycle and mysterious amplitude of the blue sea,
strewn with livestock The peace of the pasture, the alchemy
The peace engraved in the wrinkles of the diligent brow;
O, the supreme trumpet, full of strange and harsh sound waves,
< p>The silence through which the heavenly bodies and angels pass:O Omega, her bright violet eyes!
①"Omega" is a Greek letter, which is equivalent to the Latin letter "O", but it ranks lowest in the alphabet of Greek letters
At the end, it symbolizes the "ultimate".
The stars are moaning
The stars are moaning like roses in your ears,
Infinitely shining white light from your neck to your waist;
The sea blushes from your vermilion breasts,
Humanity has solidified its black blood on your noble flanks.
Drunk Boat
When I can only flow along the ruthless river,
I feel that the tracker no longer controls me. course.
The noisy red men captured them,
stripped them naked, used them as targets, and nailed them to colorful stakes.
I don’t care about the fate of all these sailors,
I only ship Flemish wheat and British cotton.
When the cry and noise of the trackers dissipated,
The river allowed me to drift freely, without worries.
I ran away all winter, ignoring the surging tide.
I was even more deaf than a child who was fascinated by playing.
I saw the peninsulas breaking free from the cables one after another,
like a swarm of triumphant bees.
The storm blessed me to wake up on the sea,
I danced, lighter than a cork,
On the waves, the eternal cradle of the dead< /p>
For ten nights in a row, I didn’t miss the stupid eyes of the traffic light.
The green water penetrated my cedar hull,——
The sweetness is better than the sour apples that the child ate,
Wash away the blue wine stains of water and vomit,
washed away my anchor and my rudder.
Since then, I have been immersed in the poetry of the sea -
The sea is full of stars, like milk;
I have feasted on the green light, among which Sometimes drifting past
A pale, meditative and intoxicated floating corpse.
This piece of blue, absurdity, and the fire of the day
The slow rhythm reflected in the light was dyed in an instant——
Orange-red love The mold is fermenting and bitter.
It is stronger than alcohol and more vast than a harp.
I am familiar with the sky cracking under the electric light,
The wild waves, the rapids, the tornado; I am familiar with the dusk
and the dawn that is as exciting as a flock of white doves,
I have also seen wonders that people can only imagine!
I have seen the setting sun, blackened by mysterious terror,
shining with long purple rays,
rolling into the distance according to the waves. The slight trembling,
like the chorus in an ancient drama!
I dream of green nights, in the dazzling white snow
A kiss slowly rises to the eyes of the sea,
The circulation of juices that is unheard of,
The Awakening of Yellow and Blue by the Phosphorescent Singer!
I chased the long waves for months,
It crashed against the rocks, just like a crazy cattle pen,
How can I imagine the bright future of the Marias? Feet
A face that can tame this asthmatic ocean!
I bumped into incredible Florida,
where leopards have human skin, and leopard eyes are mixed with strange flowers,
where neon lights are everywhere It must be tight, like reins
harnessing the sea-blue horses under the sea level!
I have seen the fermented swamp, the fishing basket -
The rotting beast sleeps in the reeds;
The water suddenly pours in the calm sea. ,
A distant landscape flows into a vortex like a waterfall!
I have seen glaciers, silver suns, charcoal skies,
Pearl waves, brown bottoms stranded and unpredictable,
The twisted bark of trees. Emitting a black scent,
A giant snake bitten by bedbugs fell from the tree!
I really want to show the children the swordfish in the blue waves -
Those golden fish, the singing fish;
The foam of flowers Bless me to drift without an anchor,
Bless me with a breeze that words cannot describe.
The sea - the tired sufferer in every zone of the world
Often uses its sobs to gently rock me to sleep,
It holds up to me its dark bouquet , with yellow holes,
I knelt down like a woman, motionless...
Like a floating island full of birds with golden eyes,
< p>I shook the bowed boat with guano, and the boat was noisy.I sail, and from the cables in my water,
The floating corpses often drift in backwards to take a nap! ......
Am I a lost ship, entangled in the blue silk of the sea,
Or am I a phantom that is swept up by the wind and cannot be reached by flying birds?
Whether it is an ironclad or a Hanseatic sailing ship,
No one can try to pick up my sea-drunk skeleton.
I can only float, smoke, and let the purple mist navigate.
I break through the pale red sky wall, which has the sun growing on it
Moss, the tears of the sky, -
This is exquisite jam for the true poet.
I am galloping, covered with electric crescent moons,
The ones escorting my crazy board are black seahorses;
When July uses sticks to destroy the blue sky Defeated,
The scorching hot funnels hang in the air!
My whole body is trembling, and I can hear it from a hundred miles away
The estrous hippopotamus and the roaring whirlpool,
I will always weave the still blue,
I miss the ancient battlements of Europe!
I have seen the Islands of Stars! There,
The frantic gate of heaven opens to the voyager:
“Are you sleeping in this bottomless night——
Ah, millions of gold Bird? Ah, the vitality of the future?”
But I don’t cry anymore! The morning light is so sad,
The whole sun is bitter, the whole moon is bad.
The spicy love fills me with drunken stupor,
Oh, may my keel be broken! May I be buried in the sea!
If I want to look at the water in Europe, I only look at
a small dark and cold puddle on the road. In the evening,
a sad child squats At the water's edge,
place a boat as fragile as a butterfly.
O wave, I am soaked in your decadence and exhaustion,
I can no longer follow the track of the cotton ship,
I will no longer travel under the arrogant colorful flag. ,
Nor paddling under the terrible eyes of the barge!
Fei Baiyi