Rambo (1854-1891)15 was good at writing Latin poetry and mastered the traditional rhythm of French classical poetry. From the age of 16 (1870), he often went out to wander, and had a close relationship with Wei Erlan, a poet 10 years older than him, but then there was a conflict, and Wei Erlan even shot and wounded Rambo. Rambo has about 65,438+040 existing poems, mainly composed between 65,438+06 and 65,438+09. The influence of panas School can be seen in Rambo's early poems, and symbolism has been strengthened in his later poems. The main poetry collections are Season of Hell and Epiphany Collection.
Drunk boat dusk vowel O' Filja's head crow childhood
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Zuizhou
When I follow the ruthless river and only flow,
I feel that the tracker no longer controls my route.
The noisy red man arrested them,
Take it off as a target and nail it to the colorful pile.
I don't care about the fate of these sailors,
I only deliver Flemish wheat and English cotton.
When the tracker's cries and noises disappear,
The river let me drift at will, without attachments.
I ran all winter, ignoring the surging tide,
Deaf than a child who is addicted to playing.
I saw the peninsula break free from the cable one by one.
Like a swarm of victorious bees.
The storm helped me wake up at sea,
I dance lighter than a cork,
On the waves-the eternal rocking bed of the dead
For ten nights in a row, I don't miss the stupid eyes at the traffic lights.
Green water penetrated my Chinese fir shell,—
Sweeter than a child's greedy sour apple,
Wash off blue wine stains and vomit stains,
Wash my anchor and my rudder.
Since then, I have been immersed in the poems of the sea-
The sea is full of stars, like milk;
I enjoy green light and green, which sometimes drift by.
A pale, melancholy and intoxicated floating corpse.
This piece of blue and absurd, and the fire in the daytime.
The slow rhythm under the reflection is dyed in an instant-
The mildew of orange-red love is fermenting and bitter.
Stronger than alcohol, wider than the harp.
I am familiar with the sky cracked by lightning.
Wild waves, rapids, tornadoes; I am familiar with dusk.
Dawn is as exciting as a flock of pigeons.
I have seen wonders that people can only imagine!
I've seen sunsets, blackened by mysterious fears,
Shining with a long purple light,
According to the trembling of the rolling waves in the distance,
Like a chorus in an ancient drama!
I dreamed of a green night, in the dazzling snow.
A kiss slowly rose to the eyes of the sea,
Unprecedented circulation of sap,
The yellow and blue awakening of phosphorescent singers!
I've been chasing long waves for months,
It hit a rock, like a crazy cowshed,
How can you imagine Maria's bright feet?
Can tame the face of this ocean of asthma!
I ran into the incredible Florida,
Leopard is covered with human skin, and its eyes are mixed with exotic flowers and herbs.
The rainbow stretched tight there, like a reins.
Wearing sea blue horses under sea level!
I've seen fermented swamps, fish baskets-
A rotting beast sleeps among reeds;
On the calm sea, the water suddenly poured down.
A distant scene fell into the whirlpool!
I have seen glaciers, a silver sun and a coal sky.
The pearl wave and the grounding of brown seabed are sinister and unpredictable.
The twisted bark there smells black,
A giant snake bitten by a bedbug fell from the tree!
I really want to show the children the swordfish in the blue waves-
Those goldfish, singing fish;
The foam of flowers blesses me to drift without anchor,
The indescribable breeze gave me wings.
Ocean-the victim of world fatigue
I often gently shake me to sleep with its sobs,
It held up a bunch of black flowers to me, revealing a yellow hole.
I knelt down like a woman, motionless. ...
Like a floating island, full of golden eyes,
I rocked the boat with bird droppings and a noisy boat.
I sailed, from the cable in the water,
Floating corpses often drift backwards to take a nap! ……
I am a lost ship, entangled in the blue silk thread of the sea,
Or is it too empty for birds to be blown by the wind?
Whether it's an armored ship or a Hanseatic League sailboat,
Don't try to catch my drunk skull.
I just need to ripple, smoke and let the purple fog navigate.
I drilled through the red sky wall.
Moss in the sun, tears in the sky-
This is a good piece of music for a real poet.
I am running, wearing a new moon of lightning,
Escort my crazy board is a dark hippocampus;
When beating the blue sky with sticks in July,
The hot funnel is hanging in the air!
I was shaking all over, and I could hear it from a hundred miles away.
A hippo in heat, a roaring whirlpool,
I will always spin the calm blue,
I miss the ancient battlements in Europa!
I've seen Star Island! There,
The frantic Tianmen opened to Voyager:
"You sleep in this bottomless night-
Ah, a million golden birds? Ah, the vitality of the future? "
But I stopped crying! The morning light is so sad,
The whole sun is bitter and the whole moon is bad.
Bitter love intoxicated me,
Oh, may my keel be broken! May I die in the sea!
If I want to see the water in Europe, I just want to see it.
At night, the dark and cold pool on the road,
A sad child crouched by the water,
Put a boat as fragile as a butterfly.
Waves, I have soaked your depression and fatigue,
We can't track the cotton boat anymore,
From then on, I no longer walk under the banner of arrogance.
Or paddle under the terrible eyes of the barge!
Bai Fei translation
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dusk
In the blue evening of summer, I will walk on a quiet path.
Regardless of the stinging skin of the straw, strolling;
I feel the coolness seeping into my feet, and I dream. ...
Changfeng, gently wiping my head.
I said nothing and didn't move;
Endless love overflows from the depths of the soul.
Like bohemians, I will go to nature,
Happiness is like being with a woman.
(Translated by Francois Cheng)
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vowel
A black, e white, I red, u green, o blue: vowel,
One day I will reveal your secret source:
One, the furry black vest that flies,
A dark bay buzzes around the stench;
E, the innocence of fog and tabernacle, the peak of glacier pride,
Bai Di, the little white flowers like stars are trembling;
Me, deep red blood, beautiful lips.
Anger or remorse, smiling when drunk;
U, the period and mysterious amplitude of the blue sea,
Peace in a pasture full of livestock, that magic
Peace carved in the wrinkles of diligence;
Ah, the supreme horn, full of strange and harsh sound waves,
Celestial bodies and angels pass through silence;
Oh, Omega, her bright purple eyes!
Bai Fei translation
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Ophelia
1
On the quiet and dark water where the stars sleep
White Filja floats like a big lily,
Lying in her slender scarf, floating slowly. ...
-The hunter's horn came from far away in the forest.
It's been over a thousand years, melancholy O' filia.
Like a white ghost wading through this long black river;
For more than a thousand years, she was gentle and crazy.
Whispering her love songs in the evening breeze.
The breeze kissed her breasts and put on her long scarf.
Scattered into a corolla, the water waves gently shook it;
Trembling wicker cried on her shoulder,
Reed poured into her dreamy vast heaven.
Broken wicker sighed around her;
She woke up the bird's nest on the sleeping alder,
Escape into the wings of a quiver:
-Venus dropped a mysterious song.
2
Pale Mr filia, as beautiful as snow!
Yes, son, you are buried in the rolling river.
Because of the long wind blowing from the Norwegian sea peak
I quietly tell you the harsh freedom;
Because a gust of wind swept away your long hair,
Make strange noises to your dreamy soul;
Because in the groans of trees and the sighs of the night
Your heart hears nature singing;
Because the crazy sound of the sea, like a huge gasp,
Tear up your overly moved and gentle childlike innocence;
Because on an April morning, a pale and beautiful knight
A poor madman, sitting on your knee silently!
Heaven! Love! Freedom! What a beautiful dream, poor crazy girl!
You melt in it, just like snow melts in fire,
Your great vision stifled your words,
Terrible infinity stunned your blue eyes!
three
The poet said that under the starlight at night
Come and find the flowers you picked,
He also said that he saw Mr. filia, a white man.
Like a big lily, floating in her long scarf.
Bai Fei translation
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The shepherd's head
In a green treasure box plated with gold dots in the bushes,
In the dark forest full of flowers,
Sleep, sweet kiss,
Suddenly, the excitement broke a brilliant scene.
The surprised god of agriculture and animal husbandry raised his eyes,
There are red flowers between white teeth,
His lips are as bright as old wine,
Laughter among the branches.
He ran away—like a squirrel—
His smile is still shaking on every leaf,
A grey finch came to disturb us.
The golden kiss of meditation in the forest.
Translated by Gray and Liang Dong.
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crow
When the cold covers the grass,
In a depressed village
Long and silent ...
In the desolate nature,
God, you fell from the sky.
This lovely crow.
The cold wind screamed like a strange army.
Attack your lair,
Along the rolling river of Liu Huang,
On the road with the cross,
In ditches and caves,
Spread out and gather together!
Lying on the floor of the new war dead
Yuan Ye in the middle of winter,
Thousands of people are around you,
In order to make everyone think!
Come and shout for this task,
Ah, we're in mourning!
However, the saints of the sky,
Let the songbirds in May
On the tall oak tree
On the mast that disappeared in the dusk,
Accompany those people,
Catastrophic war
consign to
Rotting grass in the depths of the forest.
Translated by Gray and Liang Dong.
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childhood
Ⅰ
This darling with yellow hair and black eyes has no parents and no home.
The legend of Mexico and Flanders is more noble, and his territory is green grass.
Long blue sky, he ran on the beach, and the waves without boats used to be fierce.
This beach is named after Greeks, Slavs and Celts.
When I came to the edge of the forest, the flowers in my dream jingled and sparkled.
The girl with orange lips knelt in the flood, rainbow and flowers that infiltrated the pasture.
The grass and the sea cast shadows on her, and her naked body was covered with Tsing Yi.
Women are loitering on the beach, and girls are with tall people.
Blue-gray foam is dark and shiny, and gems are scattered in thawed gardens and jungles.
On the fertile soil, both the young mother and the big sister have pilgrims in their eyes.
Eyes, the queen of Sudan and the graceful princesses are dancing, and there are also outside.
A little girl and a woman with a faint sadness.
Many worries, full of "pro-body" and "kindness"!
Ⅱ
It's her, the dead girl among the roses. The late young mother
Walk down the steps. -Cousin's carriage crunched in the sand. ——
Little brother-(He is in India! ) there, facing the sunset, standing open
On the grass full of carnations. -and the old people have been buried in the blooming violets.
Under the wall.
Fallen bees surrounded the general's former residence. They are in the south.
Along the red road, people came to the empty inn. The castle is gone.
Sell; The blinds are loose and messy. -The priest must have occupied the church.
The key-around the park, the guards' residence is empty and the wall is very high.
Shrugging my shoulders, I saw the trembling treetops. And there is no view inside.
The grassland extends to the countryside, without roosters and anvil. Open the floodgate.
Oh! The wilderness of the crucifixion, the mills, islands and haystacks in the desert!
The magical flowers are buzzing and the slopes are shaking. The legendary beast is superior.
Wandering gracefully. Dark clouds accumulate in the eternal sea where tears gather.
Ⅲ
There is a bird in the forest, and its song makes you stop and blush.
There is a clock that will never ring.
There is a hole in the swamp where the white beast hides.
A church sinks and a lake rises.
An abandoned car slipped down a forest path with a ribbon on it.
A group of dressed-up actors crossed the road at the edge of the jungle.
There is an ending: when you are hungry, someone will expel you.
Ⅳ
I am a saint, praying in the open space-like a tame animal buried.
Head grazing, until the Palestinian seaside.
I am a wise man, sitting in a dark chair. Branches and raindrops, throwing
On the window of the study.
I am a traveler, walking on the road between dense forests; The noise of the sluice,
Cover my steps. For a long time, I stared at the melancholy golden flow poured by the sunset.
I will become an outcast and be thrown on the shore of the vast sea; Or one
A driver's groom touched heaven on his forehead.
The road is rugged and the mountains are covered with shrubs. Air solidifies. Birds and clearing
Spring is still far away! Go further and you will reach the end of the world.
ⅴ
Finally, rent me a grave, paint it with lime and set a bump.
Out of the cement line, deep underground.
I sat at my desk, the light reflected the newspaper I was reading, and I was bored.
Books.
There is a vast space above my underground salon, and the house is like a plant.
Things are as long as ever, and the fog locks the building. Sludge is black and red, a magical city, endless.
Night!
Dropping water from the bottom is only about the thickness of the land. Maybe it's heaven and earth, fire
Hmm? Maybe the moon and comet, ocean and myth meet here?
When I am bitter, I imagine sapphires and metal balls. I am silent.
Master. Why is there a gray window in the corner of the sky?
Wesley Wang
This poem is selected from Fuqinju.
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