因火成烟

By Anonymous
English version translated by Rob Fikki and Ginger Thornton

I want a heart that fits me,
and furnished with a soul,
a spark,some need,two lives,and love,
or else no heart at all.

I want two shoes that fit me,
and furnished with a sole,
a rolling sky,some road,and hope,
or else no shoes at all.

I want a face that fits me,
and furnished with my soul,
a mirror of my heart and hope,
or else no face at all.

Francis Thompson

The hunched camels of the night(N)
Trouble the bright
And silver waters of the moon.
The Maiden of the Morn will soon
Through Heaven stray and sing,
Star gathering.

Now while the dark about our loves is strewn,
Light of my dark,blood of my heart,O come!
And night will catch her breath up,and be dumb.

Leave thy father,leave thy mother
And thy brothers;
Leave the black tents of thy tribe apart!
Am I not thy father and thy brother,
And thy mother?
And thou — what needest with thy tribe's black tents
Who hast the red pavilion of my heart?

(N)：Could shapes observed by travelers in the East.

After abandoning his training as first a priest and then a doctor,Francis Thompson fled to London,where he lived in destitution,scraping a living together where he could.He was still writing,however,and sent an essay and some poems to a new Catholic journal,Merry England.The manuscript languished for six months before the editor,Wilfred Meynell,read it and determined to print it.Thompson proved untraceable,but Meynell published the poems anyway,hoping Thompson would get in touch.When he did,giving his contact address as a local chemist,the two became lifelong friends.

Under Meynell's supervision Thompson was treated for his opium addiction(which he had picked up some years earlier under treatment for illness),spending two years at a monastery at Storrington.It was here that he began to write in earnest.He returned to London to publish three collections of poetry within six years,all to considerable critical acclaim.He died of tuberculosis in London at the age of forty-four.

By Robert Browning

So,the year's done with!
(Love me for ever!)
All March begun with,
April's Endeavour;
May-wreaths that bound me
June needs must sever;
Now snows fall round me,
Quenching June's fever—
(Love me for ever!)

Both Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Robert Browning believed their marriage was eternal.After her death Browning wrote the following quote from Dante into his wife's Bible:"I believe and I declare—Certain I am—from this life I pass into a better,there where that lady lives of whom enamoured was my soul."
During her life Elizabeth Barrett Browning conjectured that Browning would indulge in some "feeble bigamy" after her death.Though Browning outlived his wife by twenty-eight years,he never remarried.A certain Lady Ashburton once proposed to him but he declined,assuring her that his heart lay buried in Florence,and any marriage would be for the benefit of his young son.
Browning died of bronchitis on December 12 1889 and was buried in the Poet's Corner of Westminster Abbey.

作者：何达

做每一件事情
都给它一个
快乐的思想
就像把
一盏盏的灯
点亮

在砍柴的时候
想的是火的诞生
在锄草的时候
想的是丰收在望

与你同行
想着我们有共同的理想

与你分手
想着我们会师时候的狂欢

by W.S. Merwin

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Like the beam of a lightless star

Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what

W.S. Merwin is an inspired translator(he has written more than twenty books of translations),a peace activist,and an environmentalist—a champion of the Hawaiian rainforest near his home.His father was a Presbyterian minister,and his early poems were hymns.His early desire to be a poet arose from anguish at the state of the world,and he was encouraged in his efforts by the poet John Berryman.