心灵利雅托----勃朗宁夫人 （中英对照）
心灵的共鸣是值得珍爱的……一位诗人的共鸣对于我更是达到同情的极致了。---记勃朗宁和巴莱特的爱情。
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet’s forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies, --
As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart,
The bay-crown’s shade, Beloved, I surmise,
Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black!
Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,
I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,
And lay the gift where nothing hindereth;
Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack
No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.
心灵利雅托--伊丽莎白·巴瑞特·勃朗宁
王道余 译
心灵利雅托，也有其交易，
一卷对一卷，换物在彼市，
从君诗人额，到我心里面，
得此头发卷，重过大货船，
发色黑带紫，如品达曾见，
紫中又透黑，缪斯白额前，
忧郁垂下来。你发如彼发，
我的爱，我猜，月桂冠影暗，
犹在你发卷，乌黑如这般！
轻吻般呼气，犹如丝带绾，
将此暗影栓，不再掉下边，
将此珍贵礼，置于我心间；
此地无人扰，犹在你额前，
在我死之前，不会缺温暖。
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet’s forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies, --
As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart,
The bay-crown’s shade, Beloved, I surmise,
Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black!
Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,
I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,
And lay the gift where nothing hindereth;
Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack
No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.
心灵利雅托--伊丽莎白·巴瑞特·勃朗宁
王道余 译
心灵利雅托，也有其交易，
一卷对一卷，换物在彼市，
从君诗人额，到我心里面，
得此头发卷，重过大货船，
发色黑带紫，如品达曾见，
紫中又透黑，缪斯白额前，
忧郁垂下来。你发如彼发，
我的爱，我猜，月桂冠影暗，
犹在你发卷，乌黑如这般！
轻吻般呼气，犹如丝带绾，
将此暗影栓，不再掉下边，
将此珍贵礼，置于我心间；
此地无人扰，犹在你额前，
在我死之前，不会缺温暖。
心灵利雅托--伊丽莎白·巴瑞特·勃朗宁
王道余 译
心灵利雅托，也有其交易，
一卷对一卷，换物在彼市，
从君诗人额，到我心里面，
得此头发卷，重过大货船，
发色黑带紫，如品达曾见，
紫中又透黑，缪斯白额前，
忧郁垂下来。你发如彼发，
我的爱，我猜，月桂冠影暗，
犹在你发卷，乌黑如这般！
轻吻般呼气，犹如丝带绾，
将此暗影栓，不再掉下边，
将此珍贵礼，置于我心间；
此地无人扰，犹在你额前，
在我死之前，不会缺温暖。
心灵的共鸣是值得珍爱的……一位诗人的共鸣对于我更是达到同情的极致了。---记勃朗宁和巴莱特的爱情。
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet’s forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies, --
As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart,
The bay-crown’s shade, Beloved, I surmise,
Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black!
Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,
I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,
And lay the gift where nothing hindereth;
Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack
No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet’s forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies, --
As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart,
The bay-crown’s shade, Beloved, I surmise,
Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black!
Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,
I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,
And lay the gift where nothing hindereth;
Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack
No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.