These things, perhaps, are poems - 10 Selected Poems of Chinese and Foreign Poetry (30)

You never knew

Sarah Tisdale (U.S.)

You never know, a long time ago, how much you loved me—

Your love will never diminish, never slip away?

You were young, proud and vigorous,

You're too young to know about that.

Fate is like the wind, and the autumn leaves fly in the wind

They are on opposite sides of the sky, drifting away in this windy season—

We rarely meet now, but when I hear your voice,

I know your secret, my dear, my dear.

Translated by Zhang Wenwu

South

Borges (Argentina)

Watch from one of your patios

Ancient stars;

From the bench in the shadows,

watch

These little bright spots scattered;

My ignorance has not yet learned to call them by name,

Nor will it line up in constellations;

Only to feel the swirling of the water

In the secluded pool;

Feel only the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle,

The tranquility of the sleeping birds,

The curved arch of the foyer, the moisture

These things, perhaps, are poetry.

Translated by Wang Sanhuai

Parting

Akhmatova (Russia)

A sloping road in the twilight

Presented in front of me.

Yesterday, the lover was begging:

"Don't forget me."

And now, there are only gusts of mountain wind,

Only the shepherds shouted,

Only excited cedars

Standing by the clean spring water.

Defend poetry

Adam Zagajewski (Poland)

Yes, defend poetry, noble style, etc.,

But the same summer evening is also in a small town,

There was a fragrance wafting in the garden and the cats sat quietly

On the steps in front of the door, like Chinese philosophers

Evening stars

Sappho (Ancient Greece)

Evening star

You put it

Everything that was scattered during the day

Take home:

Bring home the cotton flock

Goats to take home

Put mom's beloved

Take it home

Soul

Sendo Hada (Mongolia)

I had a dark night

Angry Birds

Taken by an eagle

Even his weak limbs

and the heart of sapphire

I have a dawn that is more desperate than a dream

How can suffering be spent in the form of death?

In the depths of my soul

Even the shuddering door slamming

Along with the singing key

Inner torment

Ivan Gore (French)

You know the sadness of a tap

Cry alone in the kitchen at night

You know a shutter that's closed

Like a wing of sin flapping in the wind

You know that it dripped on the roof to no avail

Dripping on the wall

The dirt ran with it

The extreme pain of the light rain that melts into one

Translated by Dong Jiping

Ancient winter

Quasimodo (Italy)

In the half-light and not dim light of the fire,

I long to see your delicate hands,

They smell of oak and rose,

There is also the breath of death. Ancient winter.

Birds look for grain,

In the blink of an eye, covered with snowflakes,

So there is this:

A little sunlight, an angel's aperture,

And the fog, and the trees,

And us -- the product of the early morning air.

Translated by Qian Hongjia

Sunrise

Fu Tianlin

Everything was the best arranged

Yinshi, Moon, Dew, Ao Bao, Prayer Flag

The faint sound of hooves clicking

A red sun

Riding a red horse with a red mane on a red cloud

Here it comes

Sunrise over the prairie

The hand of god blessed the sunrise

Now I want to think of it as an old man's sunrise

If you can

This flower, this grass, this sparkling water is mine

This sky is mine too

I saw myself in the blood fetus

A brand new baby-like heartbeat is being emitted

The energy in my life

It's possible to have more, more

Because milk tea, campfire, grass, stars were added

Love and the sun

I have to be grateful and remember this moment firmly

The youngest day of the rest of my life

Just from Korqin

Start at sunrise at 5:15

Temptation

lot

The spring breeze blew open the girl's skirt

The spring breeze is full of dangerous temptations

If deceived by spring

So, what to do?

That's willing, too.

He would press the cigarette to it

I'm on my lap

It was crying and kissing him

Or did he bite his ear fiercely?

Cry and kiss him...

1973