Dark-eyed,
O woman of my dreams,
Ivory sandalled,
There is none like thee among the dancers,
None with swift feet.
I have not found thee in the tents,
In the broken darkness.
I have not found thee at the well-head
Among the women with pitchers.
Thine arms are as a young sapling under the bark;
Thy face as a river with lights.
White as an almond are thy shoulders;
As new almonds stripped from the husk.
They guard thee not with eunuchs;
Not with bars of copper.
Gilt turquoise and silver are in the place of thy rest.
A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in
patterns, hast thou gathered about thee,
O Nathat-Ikanaie, 'Tree-at-the-river'.
As a rillet among the sedge are thy hands upon me;
Thy fingers a frosted stream.
Thy maidens are white like pebbles;
Their music about thee!
There is none like thee among the dancers;
None with swift feet. 作者: 落阡 时间: 2017-9-15 21:47
呃。。。发错版块了不会删作者: 荒原猛士 时间: 2017-9-15 22:39
有没有发到翻译板块？作者: 南岛 时间: 2017-9-15 22:43 刚看开头段，心里就在想，怎么这诗歌语气像外国人写的。原来果不其然，是翻译作品作者: 南岛 时间: 2017-9-15 22:43
刚看开头段，心里就在想，怎么这诗歌语气像外国人写的。原来果不其然，是翻译作品