北岛诗歌英文版本
北岛是中国现代诗人，他写过很多诗歌。下面小编为大家带来关于北岛诗歌英文版本，我们一起来看看吧，喜欢北岛的你一定不要错过。
1
风帆垂落。
The sails have been lowered.
桅杆，这冬天的树木，
A winter forest of masts，
带来了意外的春光。
contains unexpected sights and sounds of Spring.
2
冬天的废墟，
The ruins of a lighthouse，
缅怀着逝去的光芒。
still hold the great beams from the past.
你靠着残存的阶梯，
You lean on the remaining stairs,
在生锈的栏杆上，
on the rusted banisters,
敲出一个个单调的声响。
beating the same rhythm over and over.
3
正午的庄严中，
In the dignity of high noon，
阴影在选择落脚的地方。
our shadows look for temporary lodging.
所有的角落，
All over the place
盐粒凝结昔日的寒冷，
salt rock glistens, condensed and
和一闪一闪的回忆之光。
sparkling with memories.
4
远方
In the distance
白茫茫。
there is a vast, white expanse.
水平线
The blue horizon
这浮动的甲板，
is like a moving deck.
撒下多少安眠的网?
How many nets have been cast?
5
头巾，
A scarf,
那只红色的鸟，
like a red bird,
在日本海上飞翔。
waves over the Sea of Japan.
火焰的反光，
It flings its imitation of fire，
把和你分离的影子，投向不属于任何人的天幕上。
at this grey end of the world, and at your fixed gaze.*
没有风暴就够了，
An absence of storms is fine,
然而也没有固定的风向，
but there is also no direction and no wind.
也许是为了回答召唤。
Perhaps in answer to a call,
翅膀发出弓的鸣响。
its wings thrum like a bowstring.
6
落潮
The ebbing tide
层层叠叠，
wave after wave,
在金色的地毯上，
spills on a golden carpet,
吐下泛着泡沫的夜晚，
spills a night suffused with foam,
松散的缆绳，折断的桨。
a lost rope, a broken oar.
渔民们弯着光裸的脊背，
Fishermen bend their naked backs，
修建着风暴中倒塌的庙堂。
and repair the temple the storm collapsed.
7
孩子们追逐着一弯新月。
Children chase a crescent moon.
一只海鸥迎面扑来，
A sea gull flies right for you，
却没有落在你伸出的手上。
but doesn’t light on your outstretched hand.
8
为什么此刻到远古
历史逆向而行
为什么万物循环
背离时间进程
为什么古老口信
由石碑传诵
为什么帝国衰亡
如大梦初醒
为什么血流成河
先于纸上谈兵
为什么画地为牢
以自由之名
难道天外有天
话中有话
电有短路的爱情
难道青春上路
一张张日历留下
倒退的足印
难道夜的马群
奔向八方
到天边畅饮黎明
难道江山变色
纸上长城
也是诗意的苍龙
谁在圣人的行列中
默默阅读我们
谁从鎏金的风铃
从带血的鞭梢
不断呼唤我们
谁用谎言的红罂粟
照亮苍茫大地
谁把门窗的对话
卖给穿堂风
谁指挥秋天的乐队
为小桥迎娶
一盏幽怨的渔灯
哪儿是家园
安放死者的摇篮
哪儿是彼岸
让诗跨向终点
哪儿是和平
让日子分配蓝天
哪儿是历史
为说书人备案
哪儿是革命
用风暴弹奏地平线
哪儿是真理
在词语寻找火山
何时乘东风而来
从沏好的新茶
品味春天的忧伤
何时一声口哨
为午夜开锁
满天星星在咳嗽
何时放飞一只鸽子
把最大的广场
缩小成无字印章
何时从关闭的宫门
从岁月裂缝
涌进洪水的光芒
Prologue
Why does history travel backwards
From the presentto the ancient
Why do all things spin away
From the course oftime
Why are the oldest messages
Transmitted and chanted by tablets of stone
Why do empires wither and die
As though waking from the dream of grandeur
Why did rivers of blood
Come before the strategic plans
Why did people draw a prison circle in the sand
In the name of freedom
Is there a sky beyond the sky
A speech beyond speech
An electricity with short-circuited love
Is youth setting off
Leaving pages ofthe calendar behind
As backward footprints
Is a team of horses
Running in all directions through the night
Drinking down the dawn at the rim of the sky
Are the rivers and mountains changing color
And the Great Wallon paper
Is the black dragon of poetry
Who in the procession of the sages
Silently reads us
Who between the gilded wind-chimes
And the bloody end of a whip
Endlessly calls tous
Who uses the lies of red poppies
To light the black and boundless earth
Who takes the dialogue of door and window
And sells it to the draft blowing through the hall
Who conducts the orchestra of autumn
And celebrates the marriage of a small bridge
And a sad fish lantern
Where is the homeland
That lays a cradlefor the dead
Where is the others hore
Where poetry gallops to the finish line
Where is the peace
That lets the days share out the blue sky
Where is the history
For the storytellers to record
Where is the revolution
Playing storms on the horizon
Where is truth
Finding a volcano among the words
When will we come from the east wind
And taste theme lancholy of spring
In steeped new tea
When will thesound of a whistle
Unlock formidnight
A sky full ofcoughing stars
When will a dovebe set free
And shrink thebiggest square
Into a sealwithout characters
When from theclosed palace gates
Will the radianceof the flood
Gush through thecracks of time
