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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 e 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 es 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

In you is the illusion of each day You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers You undermine the horizon with your absence Eternally in flight like the wave

I have said tha you sang in the wind Like the pines and like the masts Like them you are tall and taciturn And you are sad, all at once, like a voyage

You gather things to you like an old road You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated That had been sleeping in your soul

Almost out of the sky, half of the moon Anchors between two mountains Turning, wandering night, the digger of eyes Let’s see how many stars are smashed in the pool

It makes a cross of mouring between my eyes, and runs away Forge of blue metals, nights of stilled bats M heart revolves like a crazy wheet Girl who have e from so far, been brought from so far Sometimes your glance flashes ot under the sky Yu cross above my heart eithout stopping Wind from the tombs carries of , wrecks, scatters your sleey root The big trees on the other side of her, uprooted But you cloudless girl, question of smoke, corn tassel You were what the wind was making with illuminated leaves Behind the nocturnal mountains, white lily of conflagration Ah, I can say nothing! You were mmade of everything Longing that sliced my breast into pieces It is time to take another road, on which she does not smile Storm that buride the bells, muddy swir of torments Why touch her now, why make her sad
Oh to follow the roda that leads away from everything Without anguish, death, winter waiting along it With their eyes open through the dew We have lost even We have lost even this twilight No one saw us this evening hand in hand While the blue night dropped on the world

I have seen from my window The fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops

Sometimes a piece of sun Burned like a coin between my hands

I remembered you with my soul clenched In that sadness of mine that you know

Where were you then? Wo else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love e on me suddenly When I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that is always turned to at twilight And my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feet

Always, always you recede through the ecenings Towards where the twilight goes erasing statues Druk with pines Drunk with pines and long kisses Like summer I steer the fast sail of the roses Bent towards the death of the thin day Stuck into my solid marine madness

Pale and lashed to my ravenous water I cruise in the sour smell of the naked climate Still dressed in grey and bitter sounds And a sad crest of abandoned spray

Hardened by passions, I go mounted on my one wave Lunar, solar, burning and cold, all at once Becalmed in the throat of the fortunate isles That are white and sweet as cool hips

In the moist night my garment of kisses trembles Charged to insanity with electric currents Heroically divided into dreams And intoxicating roses practicing on me

Upstream, in the midst of the outer waves Your parallel body yelds to my arms Like a fishi infinitely fastened to my soul Quick an slow, in the energy under the sky White bee White bee, you buzz in my soul, drunk with honey And your flight winds in slow spirals of smoke

I am the one without hope, the word without echoes He who lost everything and he who had everything

Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing In my barren land you are the final rose

Ah you who are silent!

Let your deep eyes close. There the night flutters Ah your body, a frightened statue, naked

You have deep eyes in which the night flails Cool arms of flowers and a lap of rose

Your breasts seem like white snails A butterfly of shadow has e to sleep on your belly

Ah you who are silent!

Here is the solitude from which you are absent It is raining. The sea wind is hunting stray gulls

The water walks barefoot in the wet streets From that tree the leaves plain as though they were sick White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent Ah you who are silent! Leaning. Into. The .afternoons Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets Towards your oceanic eyes There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames Its arms turning like a drowning man’s I send out red signals across your absent eyes That move like the sea near a lighthouse You keep only darkness, my distant female From your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges Lesning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets To that sea that beats on your marine eyes The birds of night peck at the first stars That flash like my soul when I love you The night gallops on its shadowy mare Shedding blue tassels over the land I remember you as you were I remember you as you were in the last autumn You were the grey beret and the still heart In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on And the leaves fell in the water of your soul

Clasping my arms like a climbing plant The leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul

I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off: Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house Towards which my deep longings migrated And my kisses fell, happy as embers

Sky 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 blazing Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul So that you will hear me So that you will hear me my words Sometimes grow thin As the tracks of the gulls on the beaches

Necklace, drunken bell For your hands smooth as grapes

And I watch my words from a long way off They are more yours than mine They climb on my old suffering like ivy

It climbs the same way on damp walls You are to blame for this cruel sport They are fleeing from my dark lair You fill everything, you fill everything

Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy And they are more used to my sadness than you are

Now I want them to say what I want to say to you To make you hear as I want you to hear me

The wind of anguish still hauls on them as usual Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over You listen to other voices in my painful voice

Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications Love me, panion. Don’t forsake me. Follow me Follow me. panion, on this wave of anguish

But my words bee stained with your love You occupy everything, you occupy everything

I am making them into an endless necklace For your white hands, smooth as grapes The morning is full The morning is full of storm In the heart of summer

The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye The wind, traveling, waving them in its hands

The numberless heart of the wind Beating above our loving silence

Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees Like a language full of wars and songs

Wind that bears off the dead leaves with a quick raid And deflects the pulsing arrows of the birds

Wind that topples her in a wave without spray And substance without weight, and leaning fires

Her mass of kisses breaks and sinks Assailed in the door of the summer’s wind Ah vastness of pines Ah vastness of pines, murmur of waves breaking Slow play of lights, solitary bell Twilight falling in your eyes, toy doll Earth-shell, in whom the earth sings

In you the rivers sing and my soul flees in them As you desire, and you send it where you will Aim my road on your bow of hope And in a frenzy I will free my flock of arrows

On all sides I see your waist of fog And your silence hunts down my afflicted hours My kisses anchor, and my moist desire nests
In you with your arms of tansparent stone

Ah your mysterious voice that love tolls and darkens In the resonant and dying evening! Thus in deep hours I have seen, over the fields The ears of wheat tolling in the mouth of the wind The light wraps you The light wraps you in its mortal flame Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way Against the old propellers of the twilight That revolves around you

Speechless, my friend Alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead And filled with the lives of fire Pure heir of the ruined day

A bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment The great roots of ninght Grow suddenly from your soul And the things that hide in you e out again So that a blue and pallid people Your newly born, takes nourishment

Oh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave Of the circle tha moves in turn through black and gold Rise, lead and possess a creation So rich in life that its flowers perish and it is full of sadness the song of despair the memory of you emerges from the night around me the river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea deserted like the wharves at dawn it is the hour of departure, oh deserted one! Cold flower heads are raining over my heart Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked In you the wars and the flights accumulated From you the wings of the song birds rose
You swallowed everything, like distance Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse Pilot’s dread, fury of a blind diver Turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank! In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded Lost discoverer, in you everything sank You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire Sadness stunned you, in you everything sank I made the wall of shadow draw back Beyond desire and act, I walked on Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness And the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar There was the black solitude of islands And there, woman of love, your arms took me in There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me In the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms How terrible and brief was my desire of you How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs Still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs Oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies Oh the mad coupling of hope and force In which we merged and despaired And the tenderness, light as water and as flour And the word scarcely begun on the lips This was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my longing And in it my longing fell,in you everything sank! Oh pit debris, everything fell into you What sorrow did you not express , in what sorrow are You not drowned From billow to billow you still called and sang
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel You still flowered in songs, you still broke in currents Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well Pale blind diver, luckless slinger Lost discoverer, in you everything sank It is the hour of departure , the hard cold hour Which the night fastens to all the timetables The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore Cold stars heave up ,black birds migrate Deserted like the wharves at dawn Only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything It is the hour of departure, oh abandoned one!

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