Amelia对《美国诗歌选译》的笔记(15)

Amelia
Amelia (愿读遍天下,仍不忘初心。)

读过 美国诗歌选译

美国诗歌选译
  • 书名: 美国诗歌选译
  • 作者: 王宏印 选译
  • 副标题: 从印第安诗歌到纽约诗派
  • 页数: 756
  • 出版社: 外语教学与研究出版社
  • 出版年: 2018-11
  • 第4页
    Hau (Red Fox). On the stone ridge east I go. On the white road I, Hau, crouching go. I, Hau, whistle on the road of stars.
    2019-04-26 00:08:34 回应
  • 第16页

    <原文开始> Love Song (Papago) Early I rose In the blue morning; My love was up before me, It came running up to me from the doorways of the Dawn. On Papago Mountain The dying quarry Looked at me with my love's eyes (Mary Austin) </原文结束> <原文开始> 翻译说明 原始民歌美得要死,这不是夸张,而是实际的感受。爱,如蓝色的晨曦,穿过万道金光的门厅,奔向我; 山上,垂死的猎物,其眼神,恰如我的爱人。这种大慈大悲的爱,动人灵魂,恸人心魄。 </原文结束>

    2019-04-26 00:29:32 回应
  • 第50页
    The Prologue (excerpt) To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings, Of cities founded, commonwealths begun, For my mean pen are too superior things: Or how they all, or their dates have run Let poets and historians set these forth, My obscure lines shall not so dim their worth.
    I am obnoxious to each carping tongue Who says my hand a needle better fits, A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong For such despite they cast on female wits If what I do prove well, it won't advance, They’ll say it's stol'n, or else it was by chance
    And oh ye high flown quills that soar the skies, And ever with your prey still catch your praise, If e'er you deign these lowly lines your eyes, Give thyme or parsley wreath, I ask no bays; This mean and unrefined ore of mine Will make your glist’ring gold but more to shine.
    2019-04-26 00:47:19 回应
  • 第56页
    Peace to all feuds!-and come the happier day When Reason's sun shall light us on our way When erring man shall all his Rights retrieve No despots rule him, and no priests deceive Thill then, Columbia! -watch each stretch of power Nor sleep too soundly at the midnight hour By flattery won, and lulled by soothing strains, Silenus took his nap--and waked in chains In a soft dream of smooth delusion led Unthinking Gallia bowed her drooping hear To tyrants'yokes-and met such bruises there, As now must take three ages to repair Then keep the paths of fear brought freedom clear, Nor slavish systems grant admittance here.
    2019-04-26 00:50:13 回应
  • 第96页
    Brama If the red slayer think he slays Or if the slain think he is slain They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the sam The vanished gods to me appear And one to me are shame and fame They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven; But thou, meek lover of the good! Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
    2019-04-26 00:53:00 回应
  • 第102页

    The Golden Sunset The golden sea its mirror spreads Beneath the golden skies, And but a narrow strip between Of land and shadow lies. The cloud-like rocks, the rock-like clouds Dissolved in glory float, And midway of the radiant flood, Hangs silently the boat. The sea is but another sky, The sky a sea as well, And which is earth and which is heaven, The eye can scarcely tell. So when for us lifes evening hour Soft fading shall descend, My glory, born of earth and heaven The earth and heaven blend. Flooded with peace the spirits float With silent rapture glow, Till where earth ends and heaven begins, The soul shall scarcely know.

    2019-04-26 08:20:17 回应
  • 第106页
    The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roots and walls, But the sea, the sea in darkness calls, The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveller to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
    2019-04-26 08:23:24 回应
  • 第108页

    <原文开始> In the Churchyard at Cambridge In the village churchyard she lies, Dust is in her beautiful eyes, No more she breathes, nor feels, nor stirs; At her feet and at her head Lies a slave to attend the dead, But their dust is white as hers. Was she a lady of high degree, So much in love with the vanity And foolish pomp of this world of ours? Or was it Christian charity, And lowliness and humility, The richest and rarest of all dowers? Who shall tell us? No one speaks; No color shoots into those cheeks, Either of anger or of pride, At the rude question we have asked Nor will the mystery be unmaskeds By those who are sleeping at her side. Hereafter?--And do you think to look On the terrible pages of that Book To find her failings, faults, and errors? Ah, you will then have other cares, in your own shortcomings and despairs In your own secret sins and terrors! </原文结束>

    2019-04-26 08:37:55 回应
  • 第112页
    The Slave s Dream Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land. Wide through the landscape of his dreams The lordly Niger flowed; Beneath the palm-trees on the plain Once more a king he strode; And heard the tinkling caravans Descend the mountain road. He saw once more his dark-eyed queen Among her children stand; They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, They held him by the hand! A tear burst from the sleepers lids And fell into the sand. And then at furious speed he rode Along the Niger’s bank; His bridle-reins were golden chains, And, with a martial clank, At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel Smiting his stallion's flank Before him, like a blood-red flag The bright flamingoes flew, From morn till night he followed their flight, O’er plains where the tamrind grew Till he saw the roofs of Caffre huts And the ocean rose to view. At night he heard the lion roar, And the hyena scream, And the river-horse, as he crushed the reeds Beside some hidden stream; And it passed, like a glorious roll of drums, Through the triumph of his dream. The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and free That he started in his sleep and smiled At their tempestuous glee. He did not feel the drivers whip Nor the burning heat of day; For death had illumined the Land of sleep And his lifeless body lay A worn-out fetter, that the soul Had broken and thrown away!
    2019-04-26 08:43:06 回应
  • 第116页
    The Day Is Done The day is done and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Lifes endless toil and endeavor: And tonight I long for rest Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty ofthy voice And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents. like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
    2019-04-26 08:47:05 回应
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