Haven't got much time this morning. So I'll just do a short poem by Xu Zhimo. It's his "News". I'll do some of the longer poems that I love over the weekend. But here's the short poem which I just found at random and my translation.
消息 News
雷雨暫時收斂了； The thundery shower has subsided for the moment
雙龍似的雙虹 A double rainbow, like a double dragon
顯現在霧靄中， Appeared amidst the mists
夭矯，鮮豔，生動--- gently cute, boldly beautiful, full of life--
好兆，明天准是好天了。 Good omen, it'll be fine tomorrow
什麽！又( 是一陣 )打雷了--- What! Again ( for a while) it's thundering--
在雲外，在天外， Beyond the clouds, beyond the sky
又是一片暗淡 Another slice of dark shades
不見了鮮虹彩---- The bright rainbow colors have vanished--
希望，不曾站隱，又毁了。Hope, yet to stand steady, already dashed again.
It's an extremely simple poem. He renders its immediacy, the kind of feeling of hope just barely emerging from within his breast and no sooner than it appeared, it was dashed to pieces again by the unexpected resumption of thunders! So direct, so spontaneous, so moving! The death of a transient hope!
呵呵.. 早晨.. 有冇聖誕文章睇0下呀
回覆刪除[版主回覆12/10/2010 10:29:00]I'm never a great one for following popular conventions. I would dearly love to be able to oblige, but I'm so sorry. It's beyond my powers!
Life is full of hopes and disappointments! We just have to take everything easy.
回覆刪除[版主回覆12/10/2010 16:18:00]Life may not always be a bed of roses. We must learn to accept the prick of the thorns amidst the briars. The thorns are as much a part of the rose bushes as the roses. That is just the way things are. It may not always be easy to accept the thorns. But easy or not, we have little choice in the matter!
希望，不曾站隱，又毁了..... 深刻的體會
回覆刪除Whenever I prepared to hug the light of hope coming closer to me,
it would be disappeared in front of me !!!
[版主回覆12/10/2010 16:14:00]Sometimes our hopes may be dashed to pieces by forces as uncertain as the wind and the rain which do their best to distance us from that source of all light and warmth, the sun. But though we may fall, we must never forget to rise again, and again and again until the gods will no longer have the heart to hurt us again. Who knows if a phoenix may not arise from the ashes of dashed hopes?
"News of the world, love... Of good things, bad days and confusion, The world of yester-news, today's and tomorrow's news, World of champs in love, good news ah! Love news every day, and every life..." Good evening, my dear old friend !
回覆刪除[版主回覆12/10/2010 19:02:00]The world changes so rapidly that before we know it, tomorrows may already have turned into yesterdays, the future into the past with the speed of those high velocity winds driving the clouds which appear so "stable" to our eyes, chained as they are, to our lowland perspective. I do not know of any love worth having which is absolutely free from the kind of sudden twists and turns, as those we find in Black Leopard's stories.