海外逸士
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作者：海外逸士 在 寒山小径 发贴, 来自 http://www.hjclub.org
POETIC GEMS
TABLE OF CONTENTS
1) H2O
2) The Titanic
3) The Highway
4) On Mother's Day
5) Oh, H2O
6) Muse At Washington's Headquarters
7) See A Friend Off
8) My Wife
9) The Chinese Girl
10) A Little Brook
11) The Amish Village
12) My Love Is A Cruel Beauty
13) Santa Claus
14) Monologue Of Ozone Layer
15) To Spring -- a sonnet
16) My Life
17) A Lovely Duckling
1 To Nightingale
19) A Limerick
20) A Butterfly
21) A Dirge
22) The Red Afterglow
23) A Red Rose
24) Adieu, A Loveless Lover
25) July 4
26) The Moment
27) To My Beloved
2 Song Of Love
29) My Emotions
30) A Modern Lullaby
31) Mishap, The Test Of Love
1. H2O
When the scorching sun's high at noon,
I run from here to there,
From east to west, north to south,
Through the fields, over the ditches,
Up the slope, over the summit,
Down the hill, to the valley,
Into the woods, through the glade,
Not in search of ores, nor of gems,
Neither of buried treasures,
Which everyone seeks,
But of the element--H2O;
Not to quench my thirst,
Nor to wash my hands or face,
But to water a withering rose,
Lonely and deserted in a nook.
2. The Titanic
The Titanic! The gigantic steamer!
The luxury of the world!
Is She the pride of modern technique?
Or the shame of all the helmsmen?
How many lives She brought down in the icy water?
How much wealth She sank in the depth of ocean?
How many tears were shed for Her?
How many books were written on Her?
What if no iceberg floated there?
What if She didn't sink on that fatal night?
What if happiness didn't turn into mourning?
What if She completed Her maiden voyage?
Were She still sailing the blue seas,
From the Atlantic to the Pacific?
Or be replaced by a more modern liner?
And turned into a floating museum on display?
Would that Time flows back, and nothing happened!
I would like to see what She is today!
3. The Highway
I'm driving on Highway I-95,
On a long journey to south and sea.
I start from the Garden State,
All the way down to Florida.
I seem traveling on a gossamer
Of the national highway cobweb
Woven by a giant spider
All over the United States of America.
The great artificial structure
Is the world's ninth wonder.
I enjoy the view of verdure
On either side of the thread ----
The line on the face of the Earth,
The artery of the transportation.
I enjoy the happy high speed,
Of course at the speed limit(!).
Who wants to get into trouble
With the interstate police,
That will spoil the traveling ecstasy,
And cost extra expenses?
I enjoy driving on highways
For thousands of smooth miles
Without hindrance of traffic lights
Till reach the goal of my life!
4. On Mother's Day
Oh, Mother, who gave me birth,
Despite her own pain!
Oh, Mother, who gave me life,
At the risk of her own!
I didn't remember
I grew on Mother's milk;
But I did remember
Mother lulled me to sleep
Long night after long night;
And I did remember
Mother told me all the tales
That every child listens
Interested and attentive.
Once I was taken seriously ill,
Mother sat by my bedside
All day long and all night long
Till I was recovered,
Till Mother fell sick.
And I did remember
Once I burned the tip of my tongue,
When I took a sip of the hot soup.
Mother blew her cool breath
On the tip of my little tongue
Till it no longer burned.
Oh, Mother, I love Mother,
Because of the love of Mother.
I may forget all the things
That I learned at school;
I may forget all the wrongs done to me,
I may forget all the pains in life;
But I will never forget
The love of Mother
So profound and true,
So sacred and pure!
5. Oh, H2O
Oh, H2O! My dear H2O!
My most favorite element.
You fill in my swimming pool,
So clear and translucent.
You hold me in your embrace,
When I jump down to dive.
I feel your arms around me,
Caressing my skin gently, ever so gently.
Then I sense myself soaring to the surface,
As you give me a light push of buoyancy.
Then I find myself lying on top of you,
As I'm floating in slow supine strokes.
Then I twist prone on my belly
And swim hastily to the "shore".
Oh, sorry, my dear element,
For my kicks at your bosom.
I must get out of you
As fast as possible,
Since there's a call for me
From my dearest fiancee.
6. Muse At Washington's Headquarters
I seem to hear the thundering of the cannons
From two hundred years ago.
I seem to see the array of the soldiers
Marching to attack Her Majesty's armies.
I seem to hearken the rolls of the drums.
I seem to behold the unfurling of the banners.
All is for the Independence,
For freedom and for democracy!
I recall the Solemn vow:
"Give me liberty, or give me death!"
So America's born and lives.
The tradition prevails.
If every people under the tyranny
Either of feudalism or of communism
Can be up and roar:
"Give me liberty, or give me death!"
Then we will have the world peace ----
The peace we desire so long!
Oh, God, I pray Thee:
Let the spirit of America
Inspire peoples in the world!
7. See A Friend Off
A waving hand up with a kerchief red,
And parting tears blur many loving eyes.
The train's out of sight, the smoke still o'erhead;
But on which day return to soothe the sighs?
The past pleasures can no longer be sought,
Yet now can the happy times I e'er forget.
Hence in old resorts I'll wander about
Alone with a friendless feeling at sunset.
8. My Wife
I have a doll of a wife,
Who is much younger.
I love her and dote on her
Since she is my lifemate.
I remember I said to her:
If she is sick in bed,
I'll wait on her hand and foot;
But I never have such a chance,
As she is always healthy,
Though we are never wealthy.
Sometimes she is angry with me
Or scolds me for something trifling.
I never resent for it,
For love can show in many ways.
I can still remember
The first day of our dating:
I waited and waited,
But she never showed up.
I decided then and there
I would wait for one exact hour;
If she didn't make her appearance,
She is not destined to be my wife
And I would leave
And never call her again.
As minute hand moved to the last moment,
There she was, under the shopwindow lights,
That led to wedding,
That gave us a daughter,
That . . . . . .
9. The Chinese Girl
The Chinese girl was an athlete.
She performed well in her field,
But got injured and paralyzed,
When the bad luck stroke her.
Now her athletic life is over.
Now what's left for her?
Her natural life only,
If she still cares to live.
Why not? Once only for everyone.
She is struggling to live,
She vies to get better,
Though she's in a foreign land,
Thousands of miles from her home town.
But people all around her,
Though unknown to her before,
Offer comfort and support,
Those strange faces,
Speaking a different language.
She's better, but home calls.
She has to return, no matter what.
But at the farewell party,
That innocent girl,
She doesn't know what she's saying;
She's only a recorder, a poor parrot.
Those sinister ones behind,
Responsible for all that,
A stupid move from those stupid leaders,
Typical of the communists.
I didn't remember the name of the Chinese girl,
But I do remember the friendship of American people to her.
10. A Little Brook
A little brook tumbles down the mountain.
A narrow footpath snakes beside it,
Which I follow, treading on the steps.
The brook's so clear, so cool;
Sometimes it flows smooth.
So I take off my shoes
And dip my feet in the water.
Oh, so delicious on the hot day,
Like eating some ice-cream.
I wish I could turn into a fish
And swim in that lucid stream!
I wish I could turn into a stone
That lies on the bottom
And let the cool current rush over me
And make me intoxicated
Like drinking champagne!
11. The Amish Village
It is the oasis in a civil desert
That's polluted with modern science.
No side-effect, when without electricity,
Of the electromagnetic fields
To the micro-field of the human body.
Coaches drawn by lovely horses mean
No pollution of car exhausts.
What's so good of modern civilization
That brings mankind
To the brink of self-destruction?
Does the modern civilization
Make people more civil and polite?
How should I know
Since I can't remember
The other lives I lived before?
But why people always say
"The good old days",
But never "The better present time"?
12. My Love Is a Cruel Beauty
My love is a cruel beauty,
Never let me get close to her,
Because she knows so well
If I creep near enough to her
I will sure steal her heart.
My love is a cruel beauty,
Never accept a gift from me,
Because she knows so well
If she once takes a present
She can no longer guard her heart.
My love is a cruel beauty,
Never allow me to kiss her,
Because she knows so well
If once my lips touch her skin
The electric shock will go into her heart.
13. Santa Claus
Christmas Eve again!
My annual duties call.
As my reindeer are sick,
How can I go round?
Who got a snowmobile for me?
I never tried that before.
Can a couple of dogs pull that thing?
It looks so heavy, really so heavy.
How stupid are the modern architects:
The houses don't have chimneys.
How can people keep warm inside
Without being choked by the smoke?
No worry about that,
They will survive anyway.
But how can I get in
To distribute the gifts?
Every year I shoulder a heavy bag;
It feels heavier and heavier,
Since I grow older and older ----
I really need a revolution.
Okay, from this year on,
I'll get gift certificates
And slip them under the doors;
That makes my work easy.
14. Monologue of Ozone Layer
How painful I feel,
As the Ultra-Violet rays hit me,
But I don't care about the pain,
If you are safe, oh, Man.
Don't make holes in me, oh, Man,
With your stupid fluoride!
It hurts me more that the rays,
Since it comes from friends.
Do you realize, oh, Man,
Wise creature you call yourself,
If I am made extinct,
How can you survive?
15. To Spring ----a sonnet
Oh you, sweet Spring, alight from cherub's wing,
And put the ugly winter full to flight;
And rouse the Earth to smile, and larks to sing,
With skies so bright and hearts of youth so light.
Your gentle and genial breaths each blossom blow
While bees in gardens hum the lullabies.
The hills and dales are stripp'd of mantles of snow,
And streams and rivers freed from irons of ice.
May seasons all be Spring ---- the pride of years,
That all the things would e'er in glories gleam!
May men be ever in the prime of years!
But dream, however sweet, is but a dream.
If happy when you come and sad when gone,
Would that you'd never come or never gone!
16. My Life
My life's like a cup of coffee.
It is black and bitter,
But sometimes with sugar of love,
And sometimes with cream of fun.
My life's like a bottle of wine.
It is claret and sweet,
But if you enjoy it too much at a time,
You will finish the bottle sooner.
My life's like a bowl of ice-cream.
It is cold and sweet,
But if I don't eat it quick,
It will melt into a mess.
My life's like a speeding boat.
It skims away so swift.
What's left in its wake?
Foams and fading ripples.
My life's like a dumb firecracker.
It goes off without a sound
And has nothing like a noise to make
In this wide ambitious world.
17. A Lovely Duckling
Duckling, oh, a lovely duckling,
Wears a velvet blouse of yellow;
Splashing in the muddy shallow,
Look, then, her new garment smearing.
On the sands she plays and wallows,
Tumbling gaily in the evening.
After hunting for worms and roes,
Sleeps then, her beak under her wing.
Soft and pleasant are her quacks low
That announce the coming of Spring.
Free and happy, oh you, duckling,
Are total stranger to sorrow.
18. To Nightingale
Oh my little nightingale, sing no more, please!
Your song, sweet as it is, disturbs my peace.
You are no comforter in my sorrow,
With my eyes sunken and my cheeks hollow.
Sing, my dear nightingale, oh, sing again,
For I feel more lonely without your strain;
And still no peace of mind in night's quietude,
And no rest and sleep in single solitude.
Why I feel so chilly in summer's night?
There's no fire to warm my heart and no light.
Oh, garrulous warbler, can you tell me,
Where the darling flame of my heart to be?
Fly, oh, fly high and low, my songster dear!
Fly to seek for me my love far and near,
And bring me my sweet damsel of noble mind,
With strong love and firm character combined!
19. A Limerick
There was a young man with a secret wish
To translate Chinese into English.
When he found a shortage
In his word storage,
He dived into the dictionary to fish.
20. A Butterfly
As I am walking on the grass alone,
A butterfly, so lovely, flutters by;
How high, now low, now o'er a mossy stone,
And now it flits athwart before my eye,
Now stops to sip some dews on blades so green,
Or flaps from flower to flower, the pollen glean.
I follow it over a limpid rill,
And round an arbor covered with the vines.
Then, lo! it plays upon the yonder sill,
And gracefully it dances in sunshine.
I don't like black that's emblem of the vice,
Nor green, the envy always it bespeaks,
Nor blue from which I seem to hear the sighs,
Nor yellow which resembles the sallow cheeks,
Nor red that makes me feel the ire and spleen,
Nor motley, as the fickleness does it mean.
I'm fond of white, the color of your dress,
That chasteness represents and virtues best;
'Tis worth a world of good, oh you I bless,
But why alone and never be at rest?
21. A Dirge
Can you believe a nymph would die?
My eyes deceived, seeing her lie.
Perhaps she's in her sleep so sweet,
And would some day be up on feet!
22. The Red Afterglow
1) Lo, the red afterglow,
Against the sky blue!
Is it the blush of Heaven,
As on a maiden's cheeks,
When she catches sight
Of her coming lover?
2) Lo, the red afterglow,
Against the sky blue!
Is it the fire of bivouac
Kindled by Nymphs and Naiads
On the banks of Milky Way
Holding a celestial picnic?
3) Lo, the red afterglow,
Against the sky blue!
Is it the ruddy gauze veil
That veiled the face of Juno
On her holy nuptial day
When She married Jupiter?
4) Lo, the red afterglow,
Against the sky blue!
Is it the fire of Mt. Olympus
Stolen by noble Prometheus,
And in his careless down-flight
Set the fleecy clouds aflame?
5) Lo, the red afterglow,
Against the sky blue!
Is it the blood of the heroes
That died on battlefields
In the sacred defense
Of their dear motherland?
6) Lo, the red afterglow,
Against the sky blue!
Is it the Isle of Coral
Removed by a white witch
From the Pacific deep
To the heavens above?
7) Lo, the red afterglow,
Against the sky blue!
Is it a cluster of peach trees
Their blossoms in full bloom,
Grown by the daughters of God
And watered with nectar?
8) Lo, the red afterglow,
Against the sky blue!
Is it the rouge of Flora
Spread all over the sky
By her frightened maids
In escape from her anger?
9) Lo, the red afterglow,
Against the sky blue!
Is it a large piece of sponge
Soaked through with claret
Upset from the Holy Grail
By a rash cosmic pilot?
23. A Red Rose
----a tribute to a girl with a terminal disease
1) There, lo! a red red rose,
The pretty bride of king,
The fairy queen of spring,
Alone in a valley grows.
2) Her scent pervades the air
Her beauties each seer spell;
Yet lives she alone in dell,
With none but rocks to care.
3) With none, alas! to admire
Her beauties and sweet scent;
Only Mr. Storm there went
To whip her in his ire.
4) Would that I were a tree,
To spread o'er her my shade!
The leaves would never fade,
Oh, let Storm beat on me!
5) Would that the soil I were!
Her roots were then in me,
On my life-blood lives she,
Oh, I'll give all for her.
6) A worm at pistils now
Is blighting her. That devil!
But she, before all evil,
Her head does never bow.
7) Soon she will fade away,
Fore'er from face of Earth,
And take from vale all mirth,
The rocks feel not so gay.
Oh, the lovely rose will fade away,
Then the rocks and dale be never gay!
24. Adieu, My Loveless Lover ----a sonnet
Adieu, my loveless lover, oh, adieu!
I come to yield myself at your first call,
And always have prepared to offer all:
My truest heart, my dearest life, to you.
Adieu, my loveless lover, oh, adieu!
Your heart is like a flying ravenous dove.
Neither you know the worth of purest love,
And nor can you admire a heart so true.
Adieu, my loveless lover, oh, adieu!
From you as well from mirth I'll e'er depart.
My weary legs will carry home my broken heart,
In which your image lives till death-time due.
Adieu, my loveless lover, oh, adieu!
May you be happy, fain would I in rue!
25. July 4
Did you hear the voice
Of democracy and freedom
That bellowed in uproar
Over two hundred years ago,
And echoed through history,
Sinking into every heart?
The voice of independence
Inspired the very cowards
Up to arms and into fight
For a new nation.
“Give me liberty
Or give me death!”
Then victory was theirs
At the price of death,
Which benefited the survivors
Who carried on the spirit
Of freedom and democracy
Throughout the world.
26. The Moment
The moment, the shameful moment
When the wicked airplanes crashed
Into the World Trade Center
And the magnificent buildings collapsed.
The moment, the sorrowful moment
When thousands of precious lives
Were very cruelly extinguished,
Leaving so many families bereft.
The moment, the ruthless moment
When the crazy wrong thought
Struck into the morbid foolish mind
To use commercial planes as missiles.
The moment, the grievous moment
When they gave up their futile lives
To murder thousands of the innocent.
But for what? For what?!
The moment, the last sad moment
When the beloved kissed good-bye
With the fond hope to see the face again,
But never, never, ever again.
The moment, the mournful moment
When so many hearts were broken,
So many eyes were weeping dry.
Oh, God, dost Thou behold on high?
The moment, it’s the moment
To curb the stupid actions with reason.
Why not live and let live
In rightful peace and love?
27 To My Beloved
(for Valentine’s Day)
Your kiss is the hot chocolate.
Your love is the crazy fire.
Your blush is Valentine roses.
Your touch is like a sweet dream.
I wish my kiss can be as hot.
I wish my love can be as crazy.
I wish my blush would not be seen.
I wish my touch is not so touch.
You are the sunshine in my gloom.
You are the comforter in my sorrow.
You are the bearer of flowers
To adorn my solitary life.
I’d like to be the sunshine you enjoy.
I’d like to be the comforter you need.
I’d like to be the bearer of happiness
To make your life a blessing.
28. Song Of Love
1) Burn, the flame of love,
Oh, burn in my heart!
The holiest fire,
If once kindled,
Will never die
Through time and tide.
2) The love's soul be made noble,
The love's heart be made brave,
And love's self unselfish,
By that sacred light!
And all the dirts and filths
Be consumed in that blaze!
3) Two of such hearts
Nothing can hinder
From eternal union
That brings Heaven's blessing,
For what is the best
Can endure Time's test.
4) Free is my heart
That hovers like a lark
In the vast blue sky;
But where to seek a nest
For a comfortable rest
From long weary flight?
5) A nest of purest gold
Set with sparkling gems----
That's another heart,
Chastest and tenderest,
In a maiden's bosom,
Shining with every virtue.
6) Be there such another heart
Within the bounds of the world,
Let mine lie in thine,
If each worth the other;
And in the holiest flame,
Both will melt into one.
7) Like thunder in a valley,
Love has its echo too;
That's from another heart.
So long has my heart cried,
Resounding twixt heaven & earth,
But where is the response?
8) The sweetest songs of love
Are the voiceless melodies,
Played upon the heart-strings
With the perfect harmonies
That pervade the night sky
Burning with sable fire.
9) The sweetest dreams of love
Are the heavenly visions,
Only dreamt in golden youth,
With a romantic hue,
Filled with scenes of fairyland
And the mirth of paradise.
10) The greatest sorrows of love
Are egoism and faithlessness,
That sadden the loving heart
And blight the devoted soul
More deeply and grievously
Than anything on good earth.
11) What's the color of love?
Love has many colors:
It has blue feelings,
It has a green eye,
It has pink spectacles,
It may cause a red fight;
Sometimes it is black,
Sometimes it is purple,
Sometimes it is yellow,
Sometimes it is white.
12) Fie, Venus, great impostor,
Thou hast long deceived me
Into the pursuit of pure love,
And advised me unwearily
To prostrate and place at thy feet
My innocent and honest heart.
13) But luckily enough now
I've discovered thy lies:
There is no such a thing
In this wide world
That can be called pure love
But what's the poet's illusion.
29. My Emotions
1) The charming verses, I find
Fail me in the expression
Of my strong emotions
Surging in my bosom.
2) Let me be a musician,
To play upon my heart-strings.
Let the touching melodies
Resound in the vast universe.
3) Through the music only
Can my emotions be conveyed
Into the boundless space,
Shaking the whole galaxy.
4) They'll outlive the stern Time
Though immortal He is.
They'll echo in each heart,
No matter young or old.
5) They are surging in my bosom
Like angry sea on the beach;
They are stifling me in my sleep
Like a dead weight on my chest.
6) Let me be a musician,
To play upon my heart-strings.
Let the melodies from them
Convey my strong emotions away
Into the boundless universe,
Swelling, resounding, and shaking all!
30. A Modern Lullaby
1) A little star in the sky
Is winking its little eye.
Sleep, oh, my little babe, sleep,
For the night is now deep.
2) Cry no more, my babe sweet,
Stir no more your little feet.
Look, the moon in pale hue
Is white with rage at you.
3) Sleep, oh sleep, my babe dear,
Sleep till mummy comes near.
Mummy will take you on a trip
On the morrow, in a space-ship,
To pick this little star you long for,
And pin it on your pinafore.
Sleep, oh sleep, my babe dear,
Sleep till mummy comes near.
Sleep, oh my babe, sleep!
31. Mishap, The Test of Love
(1) The sun was shining warm and bright,
And birds were singing gay and light.
The flowers in bloom, the trees in leaves,
And swallows back to their old eaves.
'Twas Spring again, charming and sweet, ----
The season for lovers to meet.
(2) A Sunday in a park in May,
When larks chanting a merry lay,
A young man walking arm in arm
With such a girl of greatest charm.
He whispered sweet words in her ears;
His jokes did make her laugh with tears.
(3) "I say, my dearest Wen," said he,
"Would you t' a party go with me?"
"But when?" she asked, with eyes on Chen;
"Tonight, my dear." he said to Wen.
As they were sitting on a bench,
And he embraced the pretty wench.
(4) So long a time they cooed like dove,
And took a solemn vow of love:
Till women had a beard on chin,
And elephants grew hairs on skin,
Till earth stopped move and stars died out,
Their love'd remain e'er true and stout.
(5) The afterglow in sky now shone,
And twilight found them left alone.
So up they got, and went to gate,
For time would not for men await.
He strolled along with her in street,
And sometimes to some friends would greet.
(6) "Now home for supper let us go."
She said, but he replied, "Oh, no.
If home to sup, we'll be too late;
It's impolite to keep them wait."
So then to restaurant they went,
And chops and soup for her he meant.
(7) The East-Turtles abused and beat
Our hungry people where'er they meet.
The young for life would run away,
But for old men 'twas their last day.
A stream of blood in Nanking flowed
And floated up the slain on road.
( No Yellow Dogs were seen today,
As to the restaurant went they.
But seldom nerves relaxed in fear
That mishap follows bitter tear,
Except when love was talked about,
And lovers had a dinner out.
(9) He called her home for it by phone,
And back at table he sat alone,
For she to toilet for a while
And now approached with a smile.
He ordered pudding, chops and soup;
For himself steak, salad and soup.
(10) They talked and sighed and talked while ate,
Of war, of woe, of servile date.
A Japanese song in the hall
Was sung, but none listened at all.
People ate with faces full of woe;
Each told his grief in voice so low.
(11) A Japanese in uniform
Came in, as talk hot and wine warm.
And how he took a dish aft dish,
At length the last he ate was fish.
Instead of pay, "Bagayalo."
And what was more, a heavy blow.
(12) The owner, out from counter, bowed;
But Dog is Dog; he trampled and roared
And boxed the owner's nose to bleed,
The blood dripping from it, indeed.
For life the poor man dared not stir,
And saw him out with bows and "Sir!"
(13) When out, and on his back a stone,
He turned and uttered such a groan.
He found himself to face a crowd
With clenched fists and looks so proud.
He's awed and fled like beaten dog
And grunted yet as dying hog.
(14) People gazed within through window glass,
And scruples belonged to their such class.
They only sighed, in distress spoke
Of the event. One made a joke
On flying Yellow Dog and said,
" 'Tis not a pleasure to invade."
(15) When up at last they got to go,
They took a taxi-car and so
In one-sixth hour they reached there.
Their advent caused glad eyes to stare;
When they were shown into the room,
They, then, received the warmest boom.
(16) As introductions o'er, the ball
Began, and guests eighteen in all.
They danced the waltz and danced tango;
They danced and danced in twain and two.
At intervals of rest, some sang,
And through the room their voices rang.
(17) "Encore!" cried all when a young maid
Had finished a serenade.
"Look, how we're making merry, oh,
Beneath the shade of Death!" said Joe,
While servants brought in plates of cake
With bread and bun, all of home-bake.
(1 While drinking coffee Miss Wen told
Of the event, the poor man old;
Of people outside, how brave and bold,
They made the blood of Dog run cold;
And China's future and her hope
Relied on those as such a group.
(19) 'Twas midnight when the party's o'er.
They took their leave, and out of door
They saw a taxi driving slow;
They stopped the car and in they'd go
Then someone's seen by driver's side;
But as she's in, her face he eyed.
(20) And aft some turns the car went now
Along the wide First Road and how
Was that it ran towards the Bund----
The wrong direction' ---- they were stunn'd
And asked the driver, got reply
As "Hold your tongue, or dead you'll lie."
(21) Then at the Bund the car stopped short;
Chen's pushed out as quick as thought.
And then the car was driven on
And o'er the Garden Bridge and down
To the Xinya Hotel and then
It stopped, and brought her to the den.
(22) She's taken to a room and there
Was left alone to her own care.
A Japanese in uniform
Then came and bore in ugly form.
He came to strip her naked, ---- oh, you
My readers, must know what'd ensue.
(23) She was a slave in this hotel;
Her body sullied, but to sell
Her soul she wouldn't, and oft with snub
Abused in this Officers' Club,
And sometimes whipped and boxed for fun,
And what to eat, she got a bun.
(24) Each day she wept and thought of Chen,
"Does still he think of me, his Wen?"
It gave her courage living on;
Her sorrows deep, her face was wan.
She tried escape, once, twice and thrice,
But all in vain, in tearful sighs.
(25) How could she live in hell of fire,
In torment and in dark so dire?
How could she any longer bear
The Brutes; and how could she the snare,
The cage, the hell, the prison break?
But little her power, no means she'd take.
(26) But when would come the light of dawn?
And when would rise the sun of morn
To chase the darkness from the earth
And bring to China all the mirth?
But when could she from lair be free,
And when could she her dear Chen see?
(27) When came to himself, poor Chen found
He's lying at the Bund on ground.
He got on feet and looked around;
There reigned a silence and no sound,
And nowhere could the car be seen,
And therefore he was sad in spleen.
(2 He got to home in sorrows deep,
And couldn't have just a wink of sleep.
And earlier than the sun, went he
To see and tell her family
Of the misfortune; hearing this
Her parents cried in bitterness.
(29) The whole household at door did peep;
For their young Miss they helped to weep.
The sight of others' tears just made,
As thinking of his pretty maid
With sweetest smile and lovely blush,
His grief profound, his tears in gush.
(30) And now a solemn vow he took:
From Hell to Heaven he would look
For his beloved, her darling lass,
E’en if he ought to go, alas!
Through fire and water, through a mound
Of dynamite till she be found.
(31) Her father sent his men in quest
Of his sole daughter east and west,
While everywhere through town Chen sought
For her, his sweetheart, but he brought
To her old parents no good news,
And his endeavors of no use.
(32) He did his best to search and seek,
From day to day, from week to week,
And month aft month, and year aft year,
For her who was so near and dear
To his poor heart, but all in vain.
He failed, but he began again.
(33) But where could she at present be?
And yet did she now think of me?
Did she suffer, and did she weep?
Did she her cheeks in tears oft keep?
And how did she fare, bad or well?
Alive or dead? But none could tell.
(34) And night aft night, on bed he turned;
And bitter parting he had learned.
His love for her was put to test;
And he had neither sleep nor rest,
As thinking of her day and night,
And she to him like ray and light.
(35) And how could he his dear one save,
From tiger's den, or devil's cave,
Or from the fiercest dragon's claws,
Or from the ugly monster's jaws?
But where was she was still in doubts,
And how he'd find her whereabouts?
(36) Her image occupied his head,
And heavy was his heart like lead.
So long as she was out of sight,
He really lost his appetite.
He now became so thin and lean, ----
Too thin, too lean, as never seen.
(37) His mother said, "Forget your Miss,
Or you will die of lovesickness.
I know a pretty girl Miss Liu,
And she's the right damsel for you."
"If find her never in this world,
I'll marry her then in next world."
(3 As firm he stood where he was right,
His mother wanted, day and night,
Amuse her only son and sought
Beguile him from his plaintive thought.
But his unlucky star he cursed,
And he refused to be diversed.
(39) Indeed his sorrows were so great
That no pastime at any rate
Could help forget his rooted woe
And heal his broken heart, and so
Her father gave him same advice,
But he refused with deepest sighs.
(40) Time went in hope and agony,
In seeking, waiting anxiously,
Till came the year of Forty-Five
To bring us spring and joy, and drive
To their old home those Japanese;
And freedom now to our Chinese.
(41) Chinese people sang and danced so gay
To celebrate the victory day.
Though Chen enjoyed the public glee,
In his own distress yet was he.
Where's now his Wen? Was she alive?
And this year she was twenty-five.
(42) She'd borne the tortures, oh, for years,
The insult and despite with tears.
She waited with impatient pain
In hopes to see her Chen again.
But now at last there came the day
She's free and able to go away.
(43) But sweet and bitter mixed in life.
Had he another taken to wife?
Had he forget his sacred vow,
Desert'd his love he loved before?
If so, she's ready to forgive;
She knew that he couldn’t lonely live.
(44) If not so, what would she then do?
Would she be married to him? No.
She thought of her lost maidenhood;
She'd bring him disgrace and no good.
Unworthy of his love now she's;
She wish'd him woo her mother's niece.
(45) The essence of a true love is
Self-sacrifice for other's bliss.
She wanted planning for his weal,
Because her love for him so real,
Though herself happy life denied
And sacrificed, or for him died.
(46) When home she got, to the surprise
Of her parents, and then their sighs
Were turned into the joyful tears,
Aft parting for so many years,
For they had given her up for dead;
Now through the house the good news spread.
(47) Then all the household came to meet
Their still young mistress and to greet.
And what she suffered then she told;
The tears she shed the sea couldn't hold.
But how's her Chen? She'd like to know.
And married? The reply was, "No."
(4 Chen learnt this news and hastened there,
But she wouldn't see him and declare:
He should another marry; since
She was polluted, she must wince
And give her place in heart of his
Now to another pretty miss.
(49) But Chen insisted, and remind
Her of her vow, and he didn't mind
What then she had been forced to yield,
But winner was her soul on field;
If yet her heart belonged to none,
To him she's still the dearest one.
(50) Yet she refused; and he did stay
In sitting-room, wouldn't go away
For three whole days; and to insist
On seeing her, he couldn't exist,
He said, if she wouldn't keep her vow;
Without her how could he live now?
(51) Her parents came up to persuade
Their daughter with the help of maid,
And told her of what Chen had done,
And by degrees her heart was won.
Her resolution softened then,
And down she came to see her Chen.
(52) At last the lovers met again
Aft many years of parting pain.
Their wedding took place on March First.
What lots of food! The guests would burst!
They drank the health to the young pair
And welfare till they grew white hair.
作者：海外逸士 在 寒山小径 发贴, 来自 http://www.hjclub.org |
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英文詩集 POETIC GEMS
