罗伯特·格雷夫斯

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content: Cherry-Time <br>  Cherries of the night are riper<br> Than the cherries pluckt at noon<br> Gather to your fairy piper <br> When he pipes his magic tune: <br> Merry, merry,<br> Take a cherry; <br> Mine are sounder, <br> Mine are rounder, <br> Mine are sweeter,<br> For the eater <br> Under the moon. <br> And you’ll be fairies soon. <br><br> In the cherry pluckt at night, <br> With the dew of summer swelling, <br> There’s a juice of pure delight, <br> Cool, dark, sweet, divinely smelling. <br> Merry, merry, <br> Take a cherry; <br> Mine are sounder, <br> Mine are rounder, <br> Mine are sweeter,<br> For the eater <br> In the moonlight. <br> And you’ll be fairies quite. <br><br> When I sound the fairy call, <br> Gather here in silent meeting, <br> Chin to knee on the orchard wall, <br> Cooled with dew and cherries eating. <br> Merry, merry, <br> Take a cherry; <br> Mine are sounder, <br> Mine are rounder, <br> Mine are sweeter. <br> For the eater <br> When the dews fall.<br> And you’ll be fairies all. <br><br>  樱桃时节 <br> 夜晚的樱桃比午间采收的那些熟得更透,<br> 到你们的笛仙这儿来相聚吧。<br> 当他吹奏起他那魔幻般的曲调时:<br> 乐陶陶,乐陶陶,<br> 摘一枚樱桃;<br> 我的更赞,<br> 我的更圆,<br> 我的更甜,<br> 明月之下,静待佳客。<br> 若此,你们即将成仙。<br><br> 伴随夏日露水的逐渐饱满,<br> 那晚间采收的樱桃里,<br> 饱含着至纯喜悦的玉露琼浆,<br> 凉爽,幽深,甘美,气息圣洁。<br> 乐陶陶,乐陶陶,<br> 摘一枚樱桃;<br> 我的更赞,<br> 我的更圆,<br> 我的更甜,<br> 月华之中,静待佳客。<br> 若此,你们几近成仙。<br><br> 每当我听到仙子的召唤,<br> 就悄没声儿地来此聚会,<br> 坐在果园的墙上,支颐于膝,<br> 露水和樱桃美餐令我清凉。<br> 乐陶陶,乐陶陶,<br> 摘一枚樱桃;<br> 我的更赞,<br> 我的更圆,<br> 我的更甜,<br> 露降之时,静待佳客。<br> 若此,你们已然成仙。<br> (译者:原灵)<br> (Translated by Yuan-Ling)<br><br>  Full Moon <br> As I walked out one harvest night <br> About the stroke of One,<br> The Moon attained to her full height<br> Stood beaming like the Sun.<br> She exorcised the ghostly wheat<br> To mute assent in Love's defeat<br> Whose tryst had now begun.<br><br> The fields lay sick beneath my tread,<br> A tedious owlet cried;<br> The nightingale above my head <br> With this or that replied,<br> Like man and wife who nightly keep <br> Inconsequent debate in sleep <br> As they dream side by side.<br><br> Your phantom wore the moon's cold mask,<br> My phantom wore the same,<br> Forgetful of the feverish task <br> In hope of which they came, <br> Each image held the other's eyes <br> And watched a grey distraction rise <br> To cloud the eager flame.<br><br> To cloud the eager flame of love,<br> To fog the shining gate:<br> They held the tyrannous queen above <br> Sole mover of their fate, <br> They glared as marble statues glare <br> Across the tessellated stair <br> Or down the Halls of State. <br><br> And now cold earth was Arctic sea, <br> Each breath came dagger keen, <br> Two bergs of glinting ice were we, <br> The broad moon sailed between;<br> There swam the mermaids, tailed and finned,<br> And Love went by upon the wind <br> As though it had not been. <br><br>  满月 <br> 一个收获之夜,<br> 钟敲一点时,我步出门外,<br> 月伫立中天,辉照如日。 <br> 她祛除了麦子们的鬼魂,<br> 以默许那幽会伊始的爱的挫败。<br><br> 在我的踩踏下,田野萎靡不振,<br> 讨厌的猫头鹰叫个不停,<br> 而夜莺在我头顶之上,<br> 有一搭没一搭地回应着,<br> 好像并卧睡梦里仍在拌嘴的夫妻 <br><br> 你的幽灵戴着月的冷面具<br> 我的也同样如此, <br> 忘掉那狂热的使命吧,<br> 在盼望它们哪个来临之时。<br> 我们的映像令彼此目不交睫,<br> 眼看那扰人心神的灰色之物冉冉升起,<br> 让渴望的火焰蒙上阴影。<br><br> 为云翳那爱的欲望之火,<br> 为雾障那耀眼的门,<br> 他们尊崇那暴君似的女王,<br> 他们命运的唯一主导者,<br> 他们像大理石雕像那样怒目而视,<br> 目光透过格饰的楼梯,或穿越国议厅。<br><br> 而此时,地球酷寒如北冰洋,<br> 每次的呼吸都锋利如匕首,<br> 我们是两座闪闪发光的冰山呵,<br> 满月航行其间;那里,<br> 麟尾俱全的美人鱼优游自在,<br> 一阵风之后,爱消失不见了,<br> 好像它不曾来过。<br> (译者:原灵)<br> (Translated by Yuan-Ling)<br><br

Summary: 罗伯特·冯兰克·格雷夫斯(英语:Robert von Ranke Graves,1895年-7月24日-1985年-12月7日),英国诗人,学者,小说家暨翻译家。专门从事古希腊和罗马作品的研究。在他漫长的一生中,他创作了140余部作品。他的回忆录《向一切告别》(1929年)讲述了他在第一次世界大战中的经历。他被誉为最优秀的英语爱情诗诗人。

Robert Graves: Robert von Ranke Graves (24 July 1895 – 7 December 1985) was a British poet, historical novelist, critic, and classicist. His father was Alfred Perceval Graves, a celebrated Irish poet and figure in the Gaelic revival; they were both Celticists and students of Irish mythology. Graves produced more than 140 works in his lifetime. Graves's poems (together with his translations and innovative analysis of the Greek myths, his memoir of his early life—including his role in World War I—"Good-Bye to All That," and his speculative study of poetic inspiration, "The White Goddess") have never been out of print.