聂鲁达英文版《二十首情诗与绝望的歌》

聂鲁达《二十首情诗与绝望的歌》HereILoveYouHereIloveyouInthedarkpinesthewinddisentanglesitselfThemoonglowslikephosphorusonthevagrantwatersDays,allonekind,gochasingeachotherThesnowunfurlsindancingfiguresAsilvergullslipsdownfromthewestSometimesasail,high,highstarsOhtheblackcrossofashipAloneSometimesIgetupearlyanevenmysouliswetFarawaytheseasoundsanresoundsThisisaportHereIloveyou.HereIloveyouandthehorizonhidesyouinvainIloveyoustillamongthesecoldthingsSometimesmykissesgoonthoseheavyvesselsThatcrosstheseatowardsnoarrivalIseemyselfforgottenlikethoseoldanchorsmesThinking,thanglingshadowsThinking,tanglingshadowsinthedeepsolitudeYouarefarawaytoo,ohfartherthananyoneThinking,freeingbirds,dissolvingimagesBuryinglampsBelfryoffogs,howfaraway,upthere!Stiflinglaments,millingshadowyhopes,Taciturnmiller.Nightfallsonyoufacedownward,farfromthecity.Yourpresenceisforeign,asstrangetomeasathingIthink,IexploregreattractsofmylifebforeyouMylifebeforeanyone,myharshlifeTheshoutfacingthesea,amongtherocks.Runningfree,mad,inthesea-sprayThesadrage,theshout,thesolitudeoftheseaHeadlong,violent,stretchedtowadstheskyYou,woman,whatwereyouthere,whatray,whatvaneOfthatimmensefan?youwereasfarasyouarenowFireintheforest!BureninbluecrossesBurn,burn,flampup,sparkleintreesoflightInmyskyattwilightThispoemisaparaphraseofthe30thpoeminrabindranathtagore’sthegardenerInmyskyattwilightyouarelikeacloudAndyourformandcolourarethewayIlovethemYouaremine,mine,womanwithsweetlipsAndinyourlifemyinfinitedreamsliveThelampofmysouldyesyourfeetMysourwineissweeteronyourlipsOhreaperofmyeveningsongHowsolitarydreamsbelieveyoutobemine!Youaremine,mine,Igoshoutingittotheafternoon’sWind,andthewindhaulsonmywidowedvoiceHuntressofthedepthsofmyeyes,yourplunderStillsyournocturnalregardasthoughitwerewaterYouaretakeninthenetofmymusic,myloveAndmynetsofmusicarewideastheskyMysoulisbornontheshoreofyoureyesofmourningInyoureyesofmourningthelandofdreamsbegins.IlikeforyoutobestillIlikeforyoutobestill:itisasthoughyouwereabsentAndyouhearmefromfarawayandmyvoicedoesnottouchyouItseemsasthoughyoureyeshadflownawayAnditseemsthatakisshadsealedyourmouthAsallthingsarefilledwithmysoulYouemergefromthethings,filledwithmysoulYouarelikemysoul.AbutterflyofdreamAndyouarelikethewordmelancholyIlikeforyoutobestill,andyouseemfarawayItsoundsasthoughyouwerelamenting,abutterflyCooinglikeadoveAndyouhearmefromfaraway,andmyvoicedoesnotreachyou:LetmecometobestillinyoursilenceAndletmetalktoyouwithyoursilenceThatisbrightsaalamep,simpleasaringYouarelikethenight,withitsstillnessandconstellationsYoursilenceisthatofastar,asremoteandcandidIlikeforyoutobestill:itisasthoughyouwereabsentDistantandfullofsorrowasthoughyouhaddiedOneworethen,onesmile,isenoughAndIamhappy,happythatit’snottrueEverydayyouplayEveydayyouplaywiththelightoftheuniverseSubtlevisitor,youarriveintheflowerandwaterYouaremorethanthiswhiteheadthatIholdtightlyAsaclusteroffruit,everyday,betweenmyhandsYouarelikenobodysinceIloveyouLetmespreadyououtamongyellowgarlandsWhowritesyournameinlettersofsmokeamongThestarsofthesouth?OhletmerememberyouasyouwerebeforeyouexistedSuddenlythewindhowlsandbangsatmyshutwindowTheskyisanetcrammedwithshadowyfishHereallthewindsletgosoonerorlater,allofthemTheraintakesoffherclothesThebirdsgoby,fleeingThewind.Thewind.IcancontendomlyagainstthepowerofmenThestormwhirlsdarkleavesAndturnsloosealltheboatsthatweremooredlastnighttotheskyYouarehere.Oh,youdonotrunawayYouwillanswermetothelastcryClingtomeasthoughyouwerefrightenedEvenso,atonetimeastrangeshadowrantroughyoureyesNow,nowtoo,littleone.YoubringmehoneysuckleAndevenyourbreastssmellofitWhilethesadwindgoesslaughteringbutterfliesIloveyou,andmyhappinessbitestheplumofyourmouthHowyoumusthavesufferedgettingaccustomedtomeMysavage,solitarysoul,mynamethatsendsthemallrunningSomanytimeswehaveseenthemorngstarburn,kissingoureyesAndoverourheadsthegreylightunwindinturningfansMywordsrainedoveryou,strokingyouAlongtimeIhavelovedthesunnedmother-of-pearlofyourbodyIgosofarastothinkthatyouowntheuniverseIwillbringyouhappyflowersfromthemountains,bluebellsDarkhazels,andrusticbasketsofkisses.IwantTodowithyouwhatspringdoeswiththecherrytrees.IhavegonemarkingIhavegonemarkingtheatlasofyourbodywithcrossesoffireMymouthwentacross:aspider,tryingtohideInyou,behindyou,timid,drivenbythirstStoriestotellyuontheshoreofeveningSadandgentledoll,sothatyoushouldnotbesadAswan,atree,somethingfarawayandhappyTheseasonofgrapes,theripeandfruitfulseasonIwholivedinaharbourfromwhichIlovedyouThesolitudecrossedwithdeamandwithsilencePennedupbetweentheseaandsadnessSoundless,delirious,betuuentuomotionlessgondoliersBetweenthelipsandthevoicesomethinggoesdyingSomethingwiththewingsofabird,somethingofanguishandoblivionThewaynetscannotholdwaterMytoydoll,onlyafewdropsarelefttremblingEvenso,somethingsingsinthesefugitivewordsSomethingsings,somethingclimbstomyravenousmouthOhtobeabletocelebrateyouwithallthewordsofjoySing,burn,flee,likeabelfryatthehandsofamadmanMysadtenderness,whatcomesoveryouallatonce?WhenIhavereschedthemostawesomeandthecoldestsummitMyheartcloseslikeanocturnalflowerYoubreast