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1、聂鲁达二十首情诗与绝望的歌Here I Love YouHere I love youIn the dark pines the wind dise ntan gles itselfThe moon glows like phosphorus on the vagra nt watersDays, all one kind, go chas ing each otherThe snow un furls in dancing figuresA silver gull slips dow n from the westSometimes a sail ,high,high starsOh the
2、 black cross of a shipAlo neSometimes I get up early an eve n my soul is wetFar away the sea sounds an reso undsThis is a portHere I love you .Here I love you and the horiz on hides you in vainI love you still among these cold thi ngsSometimes my kisses go on those heavy vesselsThat cross the sea to
3、wards no arrivalI see myself forgotte n like those old an chorsmesThinking, tha ngli ng shadowsThinkin g,ta ngli ng shadows in the deep solitudeYou are far away too,oh farther tha n anyoneThinkin g,free ing birds,dissolv ing imagesBury ing lampsBelfry of fogs,how far away,up there!Stifling laments,
4、milling shadowy hopes,Taciturn miller.Night falls on you face downward, far from the city.Your prese nee is foreig n, as stra nge to me as a thi ngI think, I explore great tracts of my life bfore youMy life before anyone, my harsh lifeThe shout facing the sea, among the rocks.Running free,mad,i n th
5、e sea-sprayThe sad rage, the shout, the solitude of the seaHeadl on g,viole nt, stretched towads the skyYou,woma n, what were you there, what ray,what vaneOf that imme nse fan?you were as far as you are nowFire in the forest! Buren in blue crossesBurn, bur n, flamp up, sparkle in trees of lightIn my
6、 sky at twilights the garde nerThis poem is a paraphrase of the 30th poem in rab indran ath tagoreIn my sky at twilight you are like a cloudAnd your form and colour are the way I love themYou are mine, mine, woman with sweet lipsAnd in your life my infinite dreams liveThe lamp of my soul dyes your f
7、eetMy sour wine is sweeter on your lipsOh reaper of my eve ning songHow solitary dreams believe you to be mine!You are mine, min e, I go shouti ng it to the after noon sWind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voiceHun tress of the depths of my eyes, your plun derStills your nocturnal regard as though
8、 it were waterYou are take n in the net of my music, my loveAnd my nets of music are wide as the skyMy soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mour ningIn your eyes of mour ning the land of dreams begi ns.I like for you to be stillI like for you to be still: it is as though you were abse ntAnd you
9、 hear me from far away and my voice does not touch youIt seems as though your eyes had flown awayAnd it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouthAs all things are filled with my soulYou emerge from the things, filled with my soulYou are like my soul. A butterfly of dreamAnd you are like the word mela
10、ncholyI like for you to be still, and you seem far awayIt sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterflyCooing like a doveAnd you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you :Let me come to be still in your sile neeAnd let me talk to you with your sileneeThat is bright sa a lamep, simpl
11、e as a ringYou are like the night, with its stillness and constellationsYour sile nee is that of a star, as remote and can didI like for you to be still: it is as though you were abse ntDista nt and full of sorrow as though you had diedOne wore the n, one smile, is eno ughAnd I am happy, happy that
12、it s not trueEvery day you playEvey day you play with the light of the uni verseSubtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and waterYou are more than this white head that I hold tightlyAs a cluster of fruit, every day, betwee n my handsYou are like no body since I love youLet me spread you out among y
13、ellow garla ndsWho writes your n ame in letters of smoke amongThe stars of the south?Oh let me remember you as you were before you existedSudde nly the wind howls and bangs at my shut win dowThe sky is a net crammed with shadowy fishHere all the winds let go sooner or later, all of themThe rain take
14、s off her clothesThe birds go by, flee ingThe wi nd. The wi nd.I can contend omly aga inst the power of menThe storm whirls dark leavesAnd turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the skyYou are here. Oh, you do not run awayYou will an swer me to the last cryCli ng to me as though yo
15、u were frighte nedEve n so, at one time a stra nge shadow ran trough your eyesNow, now too, little one. You bring me honeysuckleAnd eve n your breasts smell of itWhile the sad wind goes slaughteri ng butterfliesI love you, and my happ in ess bites the plum of your mouthHow you must have suffered getti ng accustomed to meMy savage, solitary soul ,my n ame that sends them all runningSo many times we have see n the morng star bur n , kiss ing our eyesAnd over our heads the grey light unwind in tur ning fansMy words rained over you ,strok ing youA long time I have l
