詩歌欣賞：Be Drunk

　　by Charles Baudelaire

　　Translated by Louis Simpson

　　You have to be always drunk． That's all there is to it——it's the

　　only way． So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks

　　your back and bends you to the earth， you have to be continually

　　drunk．

　　But on what? Wine， poetry or virtue， as you wish． But be

　　drunk．

　　And if sometimes， on the steps of a palace or the green grass of

　　a ditch， in the mournful solitude of your room， you wake again，

　　drunkenness already diminishing or gone， ask the wind， the wave，

　　the star， the bird， the clock， everything that is flying， everything

　　that is groaning， everything that is rolling， everything that is

　　singing， everything that is speaking． ． ．a(chǎn)sk what time it is and

　　wind， wave， star， bird， clock will answer you： "It is time to be

　　drunk！ So as not to be the martyred slaves of time， be drunk， be

　　continually drunk！ On wine， on poetry or on vir

　　詩歌欣賞：Endnote

　　by Hayden Carruth

　　The great poems of

　　our elders in many

　　tongues we struggled

　　to comprehend who

　　are now content with

　　mystery simple

　　and profound you

　　in the night your

　　breath your body

　　orbit of time and

　　the moment you

　　Phosphorus and

　　Hesper a dark circle

　　of fertility so

　　bloodthirsty for us

　　you in the world

　　the night breathing

　　asleep and alive．

　　詩歌欣賞：Drinking Alone

　　I take my wine jug out among the flowers

　　to drink alone， without friends．

　　I raise my cup to entice the moon．

　　That， and my shadow， makes us three．

　　But the moon doesn't drink，

　　and my shadow silently follows．

　　I will travel with moon and shadow，

　　happy to the end of spring．

　　When I sing， the moon dances．

　　When I dance， my shadow dances， too．

　　We share life's joys when sober．

　　Drunk， each goes a separate way．

　　Constant friends， although we wander，

　　we'll meet again in the Milky Way．

　　詩歌欣賞：Eldorado

　　by Edgar Allan Poe

　　Gaily bedight，

　　A gallant knight，

　　In sunshine and in shadow，

　　Had journeyed long，

　　Singing a song，

　　In search of Eldorado．

　　But he grew old，

　　This knight so bold，

　　And o'er his heart a shadow

　　Fell as he found

　　No spot of ground

　　That looked like Eldorado．

　　And， as his strength

　　Failed him at length，

　　He met a pilgrim shadow；

　　"Shadow，" said he，

　　"Where can it be，

　　This land of Eldorado?"

　　"Over the mountains

　　Of the moon，

　　Down the valley of the shadow，

　　Ride， boldly ride，"

　　The shade replied，——

　　"If you seek for Eldorado！"

　　詩歌欣賞：Dover Beach

　　by Matthew Arnold

　　The sea is calm tonight．

　　The tide is full， the moon lies fair

　　Upon the straits； on the French coast， the light

　　Gleams and is gone； the cliffs of England stand，

　　Glimmering and vast， out in the tranquil bay．

　　Come to the window， sweet is the night－air！

　　Only， from the long line of spray

　　Where the sea meets the moon－blanched land，

　　Listen！ you hear the grating roar

　　Of pebbles which the waves draw back， and fling，

　　At their return， up the high strand，

　　Begin， and cease， and then again begin，

　　With tremulous cadence slow， and bring

　　The eternal note of sadness in．

　　Sophocles long ago

　　Heard it on the Aegean， and it brought

　　Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow

　　Of human misery； we

　　Find also in the sound a thought，

　　Hearing it by this distant northern sea．

　　The Sea of Faith

　　Was once， too， at the full， and round earth's shore

　　Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled．

　　But now I only hear

　　Its melancholy， long， withdrawing roar，

　　Retreating， to the breath

　　Of the night－wind， down the vast edges drear

　　And naked shingles of the world．

　　Ah， love， let us be true

　　To one another！ for the world， which seems

　　To lie before us like a land of dreams，

　　So various， so beautiful， so new，

　　Hath really neither joy， nor love， nor light，

　　Nor certitude， nor peace， nor help for pain；

　　And we are here as on a darkling plain

　　Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight，

　　Where ignorant armies clash by night．

　　Of the elder dead．

　　Winds of summer fields

　　Recollect the way，——

　　Instinct picking up the key

　　Dropped by memory．

　　一百年以后

　　在一百年以后，

　　沒有人知道這個(gè)地方——

　　極度的痛苦，命名了那里，

　　安寧如同靜寂。

　　雜草得意洋洋地蔓延，

　　陌生的人們漫步，拼讀

　　那死亡接骨木的

　　孤獨(dú)正字表。

　　夏日田地的風(fēng)

　　追憶起那條道路——

　　直覺挖掘出那答案

　　在記憶的點(diǎn)滴里。

　　Wild Nights－Wild Nights！

　　Wild nights！ Wild nights！

　　Were I with thee

　　Wild nights should be

　　Our luxury！

　　Futile－the winds

　　To a heart in port—

　　Done with the compass

　　Done with the chart！

　　Rowing in Eden

　　Ah， the sea！

　　Might I but moor－To－night

　　In thee！

　　暴風(fēng)雨夜－暴風(fēng)雨夜

　　暴風(fēng)雨夜！暴風(fēng)雨夜！

　　我若和你同在一起，

　　暴風(fēng)雨夜就是

　　豪奢的喜悅！

　　風(fēng)，無能為力——