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存在--保罗.艾吕雅

已有 10974 次阅读2014-8-30 18:34 |个人分类:Paul Éluard|系统分类:诗歌

我的眉毛像一幅丢掉的旗帜
当我孤独时我把你拖在后面
进入寒冷的街道
进入黑暗的房间
长嚎我的悲惨

我拒绝让他们走
你的明朗复杂的双手
诞生在我自己的杯形镜中

所有的遗迹都是完美的
所有的遗迹甚至比人生都更差劲。

挖掘你阴影下的土地
你的乳房旁冒出一片水
把自己像一块石头一样
淹没在里面
My brow like a lost banner
I drag you after me when I am alone
In cold streets
In dark rooms
Howling my wretchedness.

I refuse to let them go
Your bright and complicated hands
Born in the cupped mirror of my own

All that remains is perfect
All that remains is even more useless than life.

Dig in the earth beneath your shadow
A stretch of water by your breasts
In which to drown oneself
Like a stone.


Paul Éluard
Translated by G. W. Ireland (1961)

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