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第8章 彩虹之上(2)

Pattern the grass with flowers.

Where the people used to live

In the houses the men knocked down

Bees and butterflies are busy

In the flowers’new town.

城中之花

斯坦利·库克

在城镇的中央

在繁忙的大街里面

有一块长满花朵的地方

那里的房屋已被拆迁。

开着吊车和推土机的人们

留下的土地呈现褐色、光秃一片

只有破碎的砖块

四处可见。

土地粗糙不平

那里的一块块旧砖

就像一堆积木

还没被人收好运完。

可花的种子

在寻找家园

随风游到哪里

便把那里当成自己的私产。

豚草好像是由黄色的羊毛

编织得平平展展

罂粟花就像红色的绉纸

将坑洼处填满。

高空中,柳草

耸立一座座塔尖

雏菊和土豆花

给草儿构成带有花朵的图案。

那里的人们曾居住在

被拆除的房屋间

现在蜜蜂和蝴蝶在花朵的新城里

你来我往,舞姿翩翩。

Paradise

by Christina Rossetti

I heard the songs of paradise;

Each bird sat singing in his place,

A tender song so full of grace,

It soared like incense to the skies.

Each bird sat singing to his mate.

Soft cooing notes among the trees;

The nightingale herself were cold to such as these.

天上乐园

克丽斯蒂纳·罗塞蒂

我听到了来自天堂的歌声

每只鸟儿都在那儿

歌声优美娓娓动听,

随风飘飘飞向天空。

鸟儿双双相对歌唱,

温柔细语撒满树上,

孤伶的夜莺无限忧伤。

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

by William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now,and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there,of clay and wattles made;

Nine bean-rows will I have there,a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there,for peace comes dropping slow

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer,and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now,for always night and day,

I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway,or on the pavements gray,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

茵湖岛

威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

此刻我将动身前去,去那茵湖岛,

在那儿搭建一座小木屋,以泥块枝桠编织而成;

种几地大豆,弄个蜂巢,养些蜜蜂,

遗世独立于那片蜂儿高鸣的林间野地。

我将在那儿安详过日子,这安详缓缓滴落

由清晨的迷蒙到蟋蟀的鸣唱;

那儿的子夜,星光闪烁;中午,紫光一片;

而黄昏,飞满野雀的红翼。

此刻我将动身前去,因为日日夜夜,

我听到那湖水轻拍岸边的低语,

当我伫足在大道上,或在灰蒙的小径时,

我听到那湖水在我心深处回响不绝。

感悟

Upon Westminster Bridge

by William Wordsworth

Earth has not anything to show more fair:

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth,like a garment,wear

The beauty of the morning;silent,bare,

Ships,towers,domes,theatres,and temples lie

Open unto the fields,and to the sky,

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep

In his first splendour valley,rock,or hill;

Never saw I,never felt,a calm so deep!

The river glided at his own sweet will:

Dear God!the very houses seem asleep;

And all that mighty heart is lying still!

威斯敏斯特桥上有感

威廉·华兹华斯

大地从未呈现如此壮丽的景象:

气象万千,沁人心脾;

倘若漠视,必然心灵麻痹。

此刻都市宛如披上晨装:

冠带华严,沉寂而旷远;

船、塔、穹顶、剧场和寺院

绵延至原野、天边,

在清澈的朝气中闪现。

晨曦映像金光万道,

普照幽谷、巉岩、山岗;

如斯静谧从未感到!

河水潺潺流,悠然自得;

上帝啊!万家华屋似酣睡,

宏大的心脏悄然安息。

A Psalm of Life

by Herry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty dream!

For the soul is dead that slumbers

And things are not what they seem.

Life is real!Life is earnest!

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust you art,to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment,and not sorrow,

Is our destined and our way;

But to act,that much tomorrow.

Find us farther than today.

Art is long,and time is fleeting.

And our hearts,though stout and brave.

Still,like muffled drums,are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of Life,

Be not like dumb,driven cattle!

Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no future,however pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Act,act in the living Present!

Heart within,and God Overhead!

Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,

And departing,leave behind us

Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints that perhaps another,

Sailing o’er life solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing,shall take heart again,

Let us,then,be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving,still pursuing

Learn to labour and to wait.