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cat
| Charles Baudelaire
Translated by Guo Hong'an
Serious scholars, and passionate couples,
The same preference is in its ripe season
Strong and gentle cat, the pride of the family,
Fearing the cold like them, Jane is deeply reclusive.
They are companions of science and lust,
Looking for the quiet, but also for the fear of the night;
Darkness will be used as a gloomy mount,
If only they could drive pride away.
They meditate, that noble gesture
Like a big sphinx lying in a secluded place,
As if sleeping in an endless dream;
A magical light shines around the plump waist,
Pieces of gold, and fine grains of sand
And the mysterious eyes flashed a hazy starlight.
Black cat
Wen | Rilke
Translated by Midorihara
A ghost is more like your gaze
A part of the site that hits it with a bang;
But on this piece of black fur
Your most determined gaze will also fade:
It's like a raging rage
Like thunder suddenly turning sharply,
Anger hit the cell
Above the soft walls and evaporates due to exhaustion.
It seems to want to turn the crowd that has been thrown at it
The gaze is hidden in itself,
So that burnout carries sinister
It makes people creepy and then goes to sleep.
But suddenly it was like being woken up
Turn your face to your face:
So you inadvertently re-enter it
Round eyes in yellow amber
Meet your own gaze: be locked up inside
Like an extinct insect.
Wen | Tsvetaeva
Translated by Wang Jiaxin
They come to our place to visit
It's just that when our eyes no longer hurt,
Let the pain appear,—— they don't stay:
The cat's heart is not ashamed!
It's funny, poet, you wouldn't say that.
How difficult it is for us to tame them.
They do not act as slaves:
The cat's heart will not obey!
We can't tempt them to become quieter.
It's not a question of how to feed them.
In the blink of an eye – they have escaped:
The cat's heart does not contain love!
II
To a cat
Bon | Borges
Translated by Hayashi No ki
The mirror is not more silent and quiet,
The flickering morning light is not difficult to find;
In the moonlight, you are like the leopard,
We can only see your form from a distance.
Constrained by the inexplicable heavenly rules,
We can only look for you in vain;
You are far more distant than the Ganges and the Rainbow,
You are destined to be lonely, destined to be mysterious.
Your spine can be gently touched by my hand.
Long ago, from that time when there was no way to remember,
You accept my true love and mercy.
You live, but you belong to another era.
You are the master of a dream-like closed world.
Cats and moonlight
Wen | Yeats
Cats wander around
The moon spirals
Close relatives of the month
This lurking cat, looking up
The black Minnaloushe gazed at the month
Wander as you please, sigh
The cold moonlight in the sky
Disturbing its wild blood
Minnaloushe ran on the grass
Lift its dexterous claws
Dancing, Minnaloushe, dancing?
When you meet the moon
What could be better than an invitation to dance?
Maybe months
Tired of the glitz of the court
Learned a new spinning dance
Minnaloushe played in the grass
Where the moonlight shines, here, there
Overhead, a holy moon
Constantly changing the phases of the moon
Does Minnaloushe know?
Its pupils also change in this way
From the lack of round
Missing from the circle
Minnaloushe sneaked in the meadows
Lonely, reserved, cunning
Facing the changing moon in the sky
Lift its changing eyes
To Mrs. Reynolds's cat
Wen | Keats
Cats! Now that you are no longer beautiful,
When the wind is flourishing, how many rats have you put
Turned into a plate of Chinese food? How many cheese crumbs have been stolen?
You stare at the clear green eyes, lazily, erect,
Velvety ears – please don't be sudden
Show your claws and scratch me— please
Meow softly— tell me about your glorious achievements,
Tell us how you catch fish, catch rats, and fight chicks.
No, don't bow your head, don't lick your delicate wrists
Even though you have asthma — though
The tip of your tail has long been polished bare—
You have been beaten by countless young girls and little pink fists,
Your fur is still smooth as silk,
It's no different from being at the top of the list.