《the Panther》by Rainer Maria Rilke
His vision ,from the constantly passing bars
Has grown so weary that it cannot hold
Anything else. It seems to him there are
A thousand bars and behind the bars,no world.
As he paces in cramped circles,over and over,
The movement of his powerful soft strides
Is like a rimal dance around a center
In which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
Only at times,the curtain of the pupils
Lifts,quietly! An image enters in,
Rushes down through the tensed,arrested muscles,
Plunges into the heart and is gone.作者: 洛熙 时间: 2014-9-28 14:39
很有境界！！！！翻译很好！作者: 辛之 时间: 2014-9-28 20:26