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1、聂鲁达二十首情诗与绝望的歌 Here I Love YouHere I love you In the dark pines the wind disentangles itselfThe moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters Days, all one kind, go chasing each otherThe snow unfurls in dancing figuresA silver gull slips down from the westSometimes a sail ,high,high starsOh the bl

2、ack cross of a ship AloneSometimes I get up early an even my soul is wetFar away the sea sounds an resoundsThis 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 vesselsThat cross the sea toward

3、s no arrival I see myself forgotten like those old anchorsmes Thinking, thangling shadows Thinking,tangling shadows in the deep solitudeYou are far away too,oh farther than anyoneThinking,freeing birds,dissolving imagesBurying lamps Belfry of fogs,how far away,up there!Stifling laments, milling shad

4、owy 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 lifeThe shout facing the sea, among the rocks.Running free,mad,in the sea-sprayThe

5、sad rage, the shout, the solitude of the seaHeadlong,violent, stretched towads the skyYou,woman, what were you there, what ray,what vaneOf that immense fan?you were as far as you are nowFire in the forest! Buren in blue crossesBurn, burn, flamp up, sparkle in trees of lightIn my sky at twilight This

6、 poem is a paraphrase of the 30th poem in rabindranath tagores the gardener In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud And your form and colour are the way I love themYou are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips And in your life my infinite dreams liveThe lamp of my soul dyes your feetMy sour wine is s

7、weeter on your lips Oh reaper of my evening songHow solitary dreams believe you to be mine!You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoons Wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice Huntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunderStills your nocturnal regard as though it were water You are t

8、aken 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 stillI like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent And you hear me from far away a

9、nd 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 soulYou are like my soul. A butterfly of dreamAnd you are like the word melancholyI like for you

10、to be still, and you seem far awayIt 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 ar

11、e like the night, with its stillness and constellations Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candidI 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 its not trueEvery d

12、ay you play Evey day you play with the light of the universeSubtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and waterYou 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

13、writes your name in letters of smoke among The stars of the south?Oh let me remember you as you were before you existedSuddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut windowThe 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 T

14、he birds go by, fleeingThe 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 skyYou are here. Oh, you do not run awayYou will answer me to the last cryCling to me as though you were frightened Even

15、 so, at one time a strange shadow ran trough your eyes Now, now too, little one. You bring me honeysuckleAnd 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

16、 savage, solitary soul ,my name that sends them all runningSo many times we have seen the morng star burn , kissing our eyes And over our heads the grey light unwind in turning fansMy 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

17、to think that you own the universeI will bring you happy flowers from the mountains ,bluebellsDark 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 acros

18、s: a spider, trying to hideIn you ,behind you, timid, driven by thirstStories 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 happyThe season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful seasonI who lived in a harbour from which I lov

19、ed you The solitude crossed with deam and with silencePenned up between the sea and sadnessSoundless, delirious, betuuen tuo motionless gondoliersBetween the lips and the voice something goes dyingSomething with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivionThe way nets cannot hold water My

20、toy doll, only a few drops are left tremblingEven 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 yo

21、u all at once?When I have resched the most awesome and the coldest summit My heart closes like a nocturnal flower You breast is enoghYou breast is enogh for my heartAnd my wings for your freedomWhat was sleeping above your soul will rise Out of my mouth to heavenIn you is the illusion of each dayYou

22、 arrive like the dew to the cupped flowersYou undermine the horizon with your absenceEternally in flight like the wave I have said tha you sang in the windLike the pines and like the mastsLike them you are tall and taciturnAnd you are sad, all at once, like a voyageYou gather things to you like an o

23、ld road You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated That had been sleeping in your soulAlmost out of the sky, half of the moonAnchors between two mountainsTurning, wandering night, the digger of eyesLets see how many stars are smashed in the poolIt m

24、akes a cross of mouring between my eyes, and runs awayForge of blue metals, nights of stilled combatsM heart revolves like a crazy wheetGirl who have come from so far, been brought from so farSometimes your glance flashes ot under the sky Yu cross above my heart eithout stoppingWind from the tombs c

25、arries of , wrecks, scatters your sleey rootThe big trees on the other side of her, uprootedBut you cloudless girl, question of smoke, corn tasselYou were what the wind was making with illuminated leavesBehind the nocturnal mountains, white lily of conflagrationAh, I can say nothing! You were mmade

26、of everythingLonging that sliced my breast into piecesIt is time to take another road, on which she does not smile Storm that buride the bells, muddy swir of tormentsWhy touch her now, why make her sadOh to follow the roda that leads away from everythingWithout anguish, death, winter waiting along i

27、tWith their eyes open through the dewWe have lost evenWe have lost even this twilightNo one saw us this evening hand in handWhile the blue night dropped on the worldI have seen from my windowThe fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops Sometimes a piece of sunBurned like a coin between my hands

28、I remembered you with my soul clenched In that sadness of mine that you knowWhere were you then?Wo else was there?Saying what?Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly When I am sad and feel you are far away?The book fell that is always turned to at twilightAnd my cape rolled like a hurt dog at

29、 my feet Always, always you recede through the ecenings Towards where the twilight goes erasing statuesDruk with pinesDrunk with pines and long kissesLike summer I steer the fast sail of the rosesBent towards the death of the thin dayStuck into my solid marine madnessPale and lashed to my ravenous w

30、aterI cruise in the sour smell of the naked climateStill dressed in grey and bitter soundsAnd a sad crest of abandoned sprayHardened by passions, I go mounted on my one waveLunar, solar, burning and cold, all at onceBecalmed in the throat of the fortunate islesThat are white and sweet as cool hips I

31、n the moist night my garment of kisses tremblesCharged to insanity with electric currentsHeroically divided into dreamsAnd intoxicating roses practicing on meUpstream, in the midst of the outer wavesYour parallel body yelds to my armsLike a fishi infinitely fastened to my soulQuick an slow, in the e

32、nergy under the skyWhite beeWhite bee, you buzz in my soul, drunk with honey And your flight winds in slow spirals of smokeI am the one without hope, the word without echoesHe who lost everything and he who had everything Last hawser, in you creaks my last longingIn my barren land you are the final

33、roseAh you who are silent!Let your deep eyes close. There the night fluttersAh your body, a frightened statue, nakedYou have deep eyes in which the night flailsCool arms of flowers and a lap of roseYour breasts seem like white snailsA butterfly of shadow has come to sleep on your bellyAh you who are

34、 silent!Here is the solitude from which you are absent It is raining. The sea wind is hunting stray gullsThe water walks barefoot in the wet streetsFrom that tree the leaves complain as though they were sick White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and si

35、lent Ah you who are silent!Leaning. Into. The .afternoons Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets Towards your oceanic eyesThere in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flamesIts arms turning like a drowning mans I send out red signals across your absent eyes That move like the sea nea

36、r a lighthouseYou keep only darkness, my distant femaleFrom your regard sometimes the coast of dread emergesLesning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets To that sea that beats on your marine eyesThe birds of night peck at the first stars That flash like my soul when I love you The night gallops o

37、n its shadowy mareShedding blue tassels over the landI remember you as you wereI remember you as you were in the last autumnYou were the grey beret and the still heartIn your eyes the flames of the twilight fought onAnd the leaves fell in the water of your soulClasping my arms like a climbing plantT

38、he leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peaceBonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soulI feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a houseTowards which my deep longings migratedAnd my kisses fel

39、l, happy as embersSky frm a ship .field from the hills:Your memory is made of light, fo smoke, of a still pond!Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazingDry autumn leaves revolved in your soulSo that you will hear meSo that you will hear me my wordsSometimes grow thinAs the tracks of th

40、e gulls on the beachesNecklace, drunken bellFor your hands smooth as grapesAnd I watch my words from a long way offThey are more yours than mine They climb on my old suffering like ivyIt climbs the same way on damp wallsYou are to blame for this cruel sportThey are fleeing from my dark lairYou fill

41、everything, you fill everythingBefore you they peopled the solitude that you occupyAnd they are more used to my sadness than you areNow I want them to say what I want to say to you To make you hear as I want you to hear meThe wind of anguish still hauls on them as usual Sometimes hurricanes of dream

42、s still knock them overYou listen to other voices in my painful voiceLament of old mouths, blood of old supplicationsLove me, companion. Dont forsake me. Follow meFollow me. Companion, on this wave of anguish But my words become stained with your loveYou occupy everything, you occupy everythingI am

43、making them into an endless necklaceFor your white hands, smooth as grapesThe morning is fullThe morning is full of stormIn the heart of summer The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbyeThe wind, traveling, waving them in its handsThe numberless heart of the windBeating above our loving s

44、ilenceOrchestral and divine, resounding among the treesLike a language full of wars and songs Wind that bears off the dead leaves with a quick raidAnd deflects the pulsing arrows of the birdsWind that topples her in a wave without spray And substance without weight, and leaning firesHer mass of kiss

45、es breaks and sinks Assailed in the door of the summers windAh vastness of pines Ah vastness of pines, murmur of waves breaking Slow play of lights, solitary bellTwilight falling in your eyes, toy dollEarth-shell, in whom the earth singsIn you the rivers sing and my soul flees in themAs you desire,

46、and you send it where you willAim my road on your bow of hope And in a frenzy I will free my flock of arrowsOn all sides I see your waist of fogAnd your silence hunts down my afflicted hoursMy kisses anchor, and my moist desire nestsIn you with your arms of tansparent stoneAh your mysterious voice that love tolls and darkensIn the resonant and dying evening!Thus in deep hours I have seen, over the fieldsThe ears of wheat tolling in the mouth of the windThe light wraps you The light wraps you in its mortal flameAbstracted pale mourner, stan