心中的一颗刺外国诗歌朗诵
配乐：
LIKE WIND 钢琴曲“如风”
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The Solitary Reaper
BEHOLD her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;——
I listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
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3．《孤独的收割人》另一译本
看，一个孤独的高原姑娘
在远远的田野间收割，
一边割一边独自歌唱，——
请你站住。或者悄悄走过！
她独自把麦子割了又捆，
唱出无限悲凉的歌声，
屏息听吧！深广的谷地
已被歌声涨满而漫溢！
还从未有过夜莺百啭，
唱出过如此迷人的歌，
在沙漠中的绿荫间
抚慰过疲惫的旅客；
还从未有过杜鹃迎春，
声声啼得如此震动灵魂，
在遥远的赫布利底群岛
打破过大海的寂寥。
她唱什么，谁能告诉我？
忧伤的音符不断流涌，
是把遥远的不幸诉说？
是把古代的战争吟咏？
也许她的歌比较卑谦，
只是唱今日平凡的悲欢，
只是唱自然的哀伤苦痛——
昨天经受过，明天又将重逢？
姑娘唱什么，我猜不着，
她的歌如流水永无尽头；
只见她一面唱一面干活，
弯腰挥镰，操劳不休……
我凝神不动，听她歌唱，
然后，当我登上了山岗，
尽管歌声早已不能听到，
它却仍在我心头缭绕。
Do not Go Gentle into That Good Night
by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light:
Though wise man at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
They frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men, who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze likemeteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
不要温顺地走入那个良宵，
龙钟之年在日落时光也要燃烧并痛斥；
要咆哮、对着光明的消泯咆哮。
人生终点的智者明白黑暗的合理公道，
他们的话不再能够激发出闪电，尽管如此
也不会温顺地走入那个良宵。
善良的人，当最后一浪扫过，会吼叫
说他们脆弱的善举本可在绿色海湾舞得白炽，
并咆哮、对着光明的消泯咆哮。
狂暴的人会抓紧飞驰的太阳高唱，知道
他们已经令它悲伤了一路，虽说明白得太迟
但不会温顺地走入那个良宵。
阴沉的人临近死亡视界会刺目般独到
失明的眼睛像流星般闪光而荡漾着欣喜，
并咆哮、对着光明的消泯咆哮。
而您，我的父亲，升到了悲哀的至高，
尽管以纵横的老泪诅咒我、祝福我，但求你
决不要温顺地走入那个良宵，
要咆哮、对着光明的消泯咆哮。
Because I could not stop for Death--
Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality.
We slowly drove--He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my Leisure too,
For His Civility--
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess--in the Ring--
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain--
We passed the Setting Sun--
Or rather--He passed Us--
The Dews drew quivering and chill--
For only Gossamer, my Gown--
My Tippet--only Tulle--
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground--
The Roof was scarcely visible--
he Coraice--in the Ground--
Since then--’tis Centuries--and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’Heads
Were toward Eternity--
因为我不能停下来等待死神
因为我不能停下来等待死神
他和善地停下来等我——
那辆车只能容我们两个——
还有不朽。
我们慢慢驱车——他不慌不忙
我也把我的劳与闲
统统丢掉一边，
为了他的礼让——
我们走过校园，孩子们你推我搡，
在休息时间，在圆形广场——
我们走过在田间凝眸的麦杆——
我们走过落日旁——
或毋宁说，他走过我们身旁
寒露降，身子冻得打颤——
因为我的长衫落纱般——
我的披肩如丝网——
我们停步在一所房子前，
那似乎是隆起的土地一片
屋顶几乎看不见——
屋檐在地里面——
离那时已是几个世纪
过了还不到一天，
我首次猜测到，马头
在朝向永恒奔窜。