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2006-02-13
一花一天堂
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To see a world in a grain of sand,
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And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill‘d with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro‘ all its regions.
A dog starv‘d at his master‘s gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm‘d for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf‘s and lion‘s howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand‘ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus‘d breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher‘s knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won‘t believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever‘s fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov‘d by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov‘d
Shall never be by woman lov‘d.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider‘s enmity.
He who torments the chafer‘s sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother‘s grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar‘s dog and widow‘s cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer‘s song
Poison gets from slander‘s tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy‘s foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist‘s jealousy.
The prince‘s robes and beggar‘s rags
Are toadstools on the miser‘s bags.
A truth that‘s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro‘ the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return‘d to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven‘s shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar‘s rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm‘d with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer‘s sun.
The poor man‘s farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric‘s shore.
One mite wrung from the lab‘rer‘s hands
Shall buy and sell the miser‘s lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant‘s faith
Shall be mock‘d in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne‘er get out.
He who respects the infant‘s faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child‘s toys and the old man‘s reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar‘s laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour‘s iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket‘s cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet‘s inch and eagle‘s mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne‘er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They‘d immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation‘s fate.
The harlot‘s cry from street to street
Shall weave old England‘s winding-sheet.
The winner‘s shout, the loser‘s curse,
Dance before dead England‘s hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro‘ the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
一花一天堂 一草一世界
一树一菩提 一土一如来
一方一净土 一笑一尘缘
一念一清净 心是莲花开
以前只看过第一段，这首不管是从韵律上，还是意境上都是非常美丽的诗。
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月光的颜色是什么颜色的？
我说，
他是银白色的。
罕见的颜色，
仿拂伸手可以触摸到，
又仿拂离我很遥远。
朦胧但是很神秘。
每当想探试，
就会被我的双手离散开。
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我步履蹒跚 赤足走在回忆的沿岸
步履维坚 却只能旁观
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Auguries of Innocence
William Blake (1757-1827)
纯真的卜辞
威廉•布莱克（1757-1827）
王道余 译
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
世界含于一粒沙，
天国见于一野花，
无限把握你掌中，
永恒放进一点钟。
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
红腹知更笼中关，
整个天国把脸翻。
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
各种鸽子满鸽栏，
震得地狱全境颤。
狗儿主人门前殍，
预示国家运势消。