狄金森Dickinson 英语名诗 I Heard a Fly Buzz when I Died

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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10,
1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American
poet. Dickinson left no formal statement of her aesthetic
intentions and, because of the variety of her themes, her work does
not fit conveniently into any one genre. She has been regarded,
alongside Emerson, as a Transcendentalist.The motifs in most of her
poems are beauty, immotality and death. she lived a mostly
introverted and reclusive life and became known for her penchant
for white clothing and her reluctance to greet guests or, later in
life, even leave her room. Most of her friendships were therefore
carried out by correspondence.Notes:
I Heard a Fly Buzz when I Died
------Emily Dickinson
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.
The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.
I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable,
— and then
There interposed a fly,
With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.
我听到苍蝇的嗡嗡声——当我死时
狄金森
我听到苍蝇的嗡嗡声——当我死时
房间里,一片沉寂
就像空气突然平静下来——
在风暴的间隙
注视我的眼睛——泪水已经流尽——
我的呼吸正渐渐变紧
等待最后的时刻——上帝在房间里
现身的时刻——降临
我已经分掉了——关于我的
所有可以分掉的
东西——然后我就看见了
一只苍蝇——
蓝色的——微妙起伏的嗡嗡声
在我——和光——之间
然后窗户关闭——然后
我眼前漆黑一片——
This is my letter to the world这是我给这个世界的信件 艾米莉·迪金森(1830-1886) 王道余 译
2012-03-28
主讲:
This is my
letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,
-
The simple news that Nature
told,
With tender majesty.
它则从不写给我,――
自然告知的简单消息,
用温柔的庄严。
Her message is
committed
To hands I cannot
see;
For love of her, sweet
countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
我无法看见的人手里;
出于对她的爱,亲爱的同胞,
请给予我轻柔的裁判!
Emily is writing a letter to the world in
the form of a poem.Through her poetry, she is able to tell the
world her true thoughts and feelings. We may sense some level of
insecurity about releasing the product of her creative inspiration
out into the world. Mother Nature does not judge or require
anything in return for the simple message she dedicates to
invisible hands with tender majesty. As a messenger, Emily is
kindly asking the very judgmental countrymen to take it easy on her
for the love of nature, perhaps because she is unable to grasp the
ability to wholly deliver the nature's news. In the last line, she
encapsulated the apprehension of probably every writer or artist
who has ever walked the
earth.
14. I like to see it lap the Miles
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发布于:2012-04-23 08:23:24
I
like to see it lap the Miles -
And lick the Valleys up -
And stop to feed itself at Tanks -
And then - prodigious step
Around a Pile of Mountains -
And supercilious peer
In Shanties - by the sides of Roads -
And then a Quarry pare
To fit its Ribs
And crawl between
Complaining all the while
In horrid - hooting stanza -
Then chase itself down Hill -
And neigh like Boanerges -
Then - punctual as a Star
Stop - docile and omnipotent
At its own stable door -
This
poem highlights Emily's penchant for riddles, which is probably
about a train, being metaphorically compared to a horse. She
invites and leads the readers into the elated experience of
watching a train move through the viewer's landscape.
The train covers thousands of miles and crosses numerous valleys
with an unbelievable speed and thunderous noise. Then it stops to
refuel itself and takes new passengers to resume its journey with
refreshed potency and zeal. It arrogantly and proudly peeps into
the huts in which human beings dwell by the sides of railway
tracks. It also passes through a narrow tunnel, chugging loudly.
Then it moves down the hill fleetingly and neighs like passionate
orators. It reaches its destination just as the punctual star
appears in night sky on time. It stops at stations like an yielding
and duteous servant to the engineer and will display its great
power in taking huge strides towards the next station. However, the
power of the iron horse (steam locomotive), like most technology,
can be a Pandora's box of both good and bad.
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I like to see it lap the miles
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks
我喜欢看它一泻千里的样子
看它轻抚山谷
在池边顿足小憩
And then, prodigious, step
Around a pile of mountains,
绕过层叠的山峦
又汹涌前行
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads
在路边的木屋中
傲然俯视众生
And then a quarry pare
To fit its sides
穿过形状各异的险峰
一石激起千层碎浪
And crawl between
Complaining all the while
又在络绎不绝的低诉中
悄然匍匐
in horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill
And neigh like Boanerger
在大自然的骇人嗥叫声中
冲下山坡追逐自我
也会像野兽一样嘶鸣
Then, punctual as a star
Stop-docile and omnipotent
At its own stable door
然后,如天上星辰般守时
在它自己永恒的门前
温柔而驯服地安静下来
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