聂鲁达《二十首情诗与绝望的歌》
Here I Love You
Here I love you
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself
The moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters Days, all one kind, go chasing each other
The snow unfurls in dancing figures
A silver gull slips down from the west
Sometimes a sail ,high,high stars
Oh the black cross of a ship
Alone
Sometimes I get up early an even my soul is wet
Far away the sea sounds an resounds
This is a port
Here I love you .
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain
I love you still among these cold things
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
That cross the sea towards no arrival
I see myself forgotten like those old anchorsmes
Thinking, thangling shadows
Thinking,tangling shadows in the deep solitude
You are far away too,oh farther than anyone Thinking,freeing birds,dissolving images
Burying lamps
Belfry of fogs,how far away,up there!
Stifling laments, milling shadowy hopes,
Taciturn miller.
Night falls on you face downward, far from the city.
Your presence is foreign, as strange to me as a thing
I think, I explore great tracts of my life bfore you
My life before anyone, my harsh life
The shout facing the sea, among the rocks.
Running free,mad,in the sea-spray
The sad rage, the shout, the solitude of the sea
Headlong,violent, stretched towads the sky
You,woman, what were you there, what ray,what vane
Of that immense fan?you were as far as you are now
Fire in the forest! Buren in blue crosses
Burn, burn, flamp up, sparkle in trees of light
In my sky at twilight
This poem is a paraphrase of the 30th poem in rabindranath tagore’s the gardener
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
And your form and colour are the way I love them
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
And in your life my infinite dreams live
The lamp of my soul dyes your feet
My sour wine is sweeter on your lips
Oh reaper of my evening song
How solitary dreams believe you to be mine!
You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon’s
Wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice
Huntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunder
Stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water
You are taken in the net of my music, my love
And my nets of music are wide as the sky
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.
I like for you to be still
I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent
And you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things, filled with my soul
You are like my soul. A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word melancholy
I like for you to be still, and you seem far away
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly
Cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you : Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright sa a lamep, simple as a ring
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid
I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent
Distant and full of sorrow as though you had died
One wore then, one smile, is enough
And I am happy, happy that it’s not true
Every day you play
Evey day you play with the light of the universe
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and water
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
As a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands
You are like nobody since I love you
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among
The stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed
Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them
The rain takes off her clothes
The birds go by, fleeing
The wind. The wind.
I can contend omly against the power of men
The storm whirls dark leaves
And turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky
You are here. Oh, you do not run away
You will answer me to the last cry
Cling to me as though you were frightened
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran trough your eyes
Now, now too, little one. You bring me honeysuckle
And even your breasts smell of it
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me
My savage, solitary soul ,my name that sends them all running
So many times we have seen the morng star burn , kissing our eyes And over our heads the grey light unwind in turning fans
My words rained over you ,stroking you
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body I go so far as to think that you own the universe
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains ,bluebells
Dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
I have gone marking
I have gone marking the atlas of your body with crosses of fire
My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide
In you ,behind you, timid, driven by thirst
Stories to tell yu on the shore of evening
Sad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sad
A swan, a tree, some thing far away and happy
The season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful season
I who lived in a harbour from which I loved you
The solitude crossed with deam and with silence
Penned up between the sea and sadness
Soundless, delirious, betuuen tuo motionless gondoliers
Between the lips and the voice something goes dying
Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion The way nets cannot hold water
My toy doll, only a few drops are left trembling
Even so, something sings in these fugitive words
Something sings ,something climbs to my ravenous mouth
Oh to be able to celebrate you with all the words of joy
Sing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madman
My sad tenderness, what comes over you all at once?
When I have resched the most awesome and the coldest summit
My heart closes like a nocturnal flower
You breast is enogh
You breast is enogh for my heart
And my wings for your freedom
What was sleeping above your soul will rise
Out of my mouth to heaven