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导读:葡萄牙人抒情十四行诗集是英国文学史上的珍品之一,甚至超过莎士比亚的十四行诗集。如闻一多、查良铮(穆旦)、方平都翻译过该诗集,其中方平译作影响力最大,这里用的就是方平译本。白朗宁夫人最初开始写这十四行组诗,大概是在她答应了白朗宁的求婚以后那一段时期。直到他们婚后住到了比萨,白朗宁才读到这本诗集。他不敢把这文学上的无价之宝留给他一个人享受。1850年白朗宁夫人出版了一卷诗集,把这组十四行诗收进在内,共四十四首,还取了一个总名,叫做《葡萄牙人十四行诗集》,用以掩饰作者身分,因白朗宁夫人不愿意把个人情诗发表。
Sonnets from the Portuguese 01:抓住你的不是死亡,而是爱
伊丽莎白·巴雷特·勃朗宁 Elizabeth BarrettBrowning
01. 勃朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第一首
我想起,当年希腊的诗人曾经歌咏:
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
年复一年,那良辰在殷切的盼望中
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-foryears,
翩然降临,各自带一份礼物
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
分送给世人--年老或是年少。
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
当我这么想,感叹着诗人的古调,
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
穿过我泪眼所逐渐展开的幻觉,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
我看见,那欢乐的岁月、哀伤的岁月--
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
我自己的年华,把一片片黑影接连着
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
掠过我的身。紧接着,我就觉察
A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,
(我哭了)我背后正有个神秘的黑影
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
在移动,而且一把揪住了我的发,
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
往后拉,还有一声吆喝(我只是在挣扎):
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, --
“这回是谁逮住了你?猜!”“死,”我答话。
`Guess now who holds thee?' -- `Death.' I said.But, there
听哪,那银铃似的回音:“不是死,是爱!”
The silver answer rang, -- `Not Death, butlove.'
By 风木白导读:葡萄牙人抒情十四行诗集是英国文学史上的珍品之一,甚至超过莎士比亚的十四行诗集。如闻一多、查良铮(穆旦)、方平都翻译过该诗集,其中方平译作影响力最大,这里用的就是方平译本。白朗宁夫人最初开始写这十四行组诗,大概是在她答应了白朗宁的求婚以后那一段时期。直到他们婚后住到了比萨,白朗宁才读到这本诗集。他不敢把这文学上的无价之宝留给他一个人享受。1850年白朗宁夫人出版了一卷诗集,把这组十四行诗收进在内,共四十四首,还取了一个总名,叫做《葡萄牙人十四行诗集》,用以掩饰作者身分,因白朗宁夫人不愿意把个人情诗发表。
Sonnets from the Portuguese 01:抓住你的不是死亡,而是爱
伊丽莎白·巴雷特·勃朗宁 Elizabeth BarrettBrowning
01. 勃朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第一首
我想起,当年希腊的诗人曾经歌咏:
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
年复一年,那良辰在殷切的盼望中
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-foryears,
翩然降临,各自带一份礼物
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
分送给世人--年老或是年少。
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
当我这么想,感叹着诗人的古调,
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
穿过我泪眼所逐渐展开的幻觉,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
我看见,那欢乐的岁月、哀伤的岁月--
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
我自己的年华,把一片片黑影接连着
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
掠过我的身。紧接着,我就觉察
A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,
(我哭了)我背后正有个神秘的黑影
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
在移动,而且一把揪住了我的发,
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
往后拉,还有一声吆喝(我只是在挣扎):
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, --
“这回是谁逮住了你?猜!”“死,”我答话。
`Guess now who holds thee?' -- `Death.' I said.But, there
听哪,那银铃似的回音:“不是死,是爱!”
The silver answer rang, -- `Not Death, butlove.'