Sandburg Poetry Selection ｜ There is a whispering sunset, often a short dusk

Author:Go to sleep Time:2022.07.31

Sandburg, C. (Carl Sandburg 1878-1967). Poet, biographical writer. Born in a Swedish immigrant family in Gelsburg, Illinois. In 1914, "Chicago" and eight other poems in Sandburg were published in Poetry, which caused a great response and destroyed his reputation. The "Chicago Poetry Collection" published in 1916 established his position in the poetry. Since then, the collection of poems "The Corn Peel" (1918), "Smoke and Steel" (1920), "The Western Slate of the Sun" (1922), "Good Morning, the United States" (1928), the long poem "The people, is the people, is the people. "(1936) and" Poetry Collection "(1951). He and Weequel Lindsen, Edgar Lee Mastus, etc. form Chicago Poetry School and become the heirs of the democratic tradition of American poetry. In addition, Sandburg also wrote "Lincoln" (6 volumes in total, 1926-1942).

Sunset

There is a whispering sun.

It is often a short dusk, paving the way for the stars.

They even go across the edge of the grassland and the sea,

Sleep is stable.

There is a kind of sunset that dances farewell.

They put the scarf half into the round dome,

So he cast a round dome and cast a circle.

There are silk on the ears and ribbons floating around the waist,

Dance, dance to say goodbye to you. Sleep

Turn slightly because of dreaming.

Translated by Xing Guangzu

Bead of thought

I remembered the beach, field,

Tears, laughter.

Then, then, then

I think of the home where it is built--

Scratched by the wind again.

Then, then, then

I think of the party,

But every party is farewell.

Then, then, then

I think of the stars running in loneliness,

Huang Yicheng doubles, the sunset is panicked,

Capitalizes in depression.

Then, then, then

I want to cross the vast universe,

Go to the next planet and go to the last planet.

Then, then, then

I want to leave a few drops of tears,

And some laughter.

Olympic translation

Maybe

Maybe he trusts me, maybe no, no,

Maybe I will marry him, maybe no,

Maybe the wind on the grassland,

The wind in the ocean may.

Someone may say somewhere.

I will put my head on his shoulder,

When he asked me, I would say: Okay.

Maybe.

Olympic translation

People will survive

People will survive,

Learning, wrong, people will survive,

They were deceived, and they were not sold, and they were sold again.

Return to the rich land and re -give birth to rooting,

People just have this kind of volume of the soil,

You just laughed and couldn't laugh at them.

A giant elephant was resting in a dramatic drama.

Then, then, then

People look tired and not sleep enough, like a mystery,

It is a pile of composition of many units, and they are all saying:

I make money,

I can just live,

I take my time.

Let me have more time,

I can do more for myself,

Or do more for others,

I can read and write,

You can talk about the sky,

Find the truth of things,

This takes time.

I hope I have time.

Then, then, then

People have both sides of sadness and joy:

Heroes and hills, elf and orangutan, twist

The big mouth like a blood basin is complaining: "They

I bought me and betrayed me again ... This is a play ...

One day I will escape ... "

Then, then, then

As long as you can step,

Stepping through the edge of survival,

Cross the cold boundaries,

People will get it,

Buried rituals as deep as bones,

The light lighter than the bone,

I want to think about things for a while,

Dancing, singing, legend,

Or a dream time,

As long as you can step by step.

Then, then, then

On the one hand, the restrictions given by the five senses,

On the one hand, the pursuit of infinite constant,

People follow the instructions of work and belly,

But if you have a chance, you will be eager to be

The light beyond the prison of the facial features,

Those memorials that are more permanent than hunger and death.

This kind of thirst is the real life,

Although the shamelessness of obscene has destroyed and defiled it.

But this kind of light and souvenir

Welling is a real life.

Then, then, then

People know the salt of the sea water

The power of the wind

It is impacting the four corners of the earth.

People do the earth as

Rest grave and cradle of hope.

Who else speaks for humans?

They are with constellations and universe laws

The syllable and pace are completely co -produced.

Then, then, then

People are colorful,

It's like putting on the grass -lining scene of the activity,

One side of the lighting mirror is constantly analyzing the light,

A wind piano is playing different tunes,

Color poems under the slideshow shine

Spit out the fog in the sea,

The fog dissipated from the rain.

Labo's dusk is shortened,

Become the night view of bright stars.

In the light sprayed by the Northern Light,

Don't do silently.

The sky of the steel factory is a blanket,

Set off in the dark gray hazy,

The spark burst out of white lightning,

People have to wait for a long time, for a long time.

Then, then, then

People will finally win.

Brother and brother will finally stand together:

This ancient iron anvil laughed at those hammers that had been broken.

Some people can't buy it.

Born in the fire.

The constellations are not troubled at all.

You can't call the wind without blowing.

Time is a great mentor. Who can live without hope?

In the dark, carry a lot of sadness

The National People's Congress moves forward.

Then, then, then

At night, as soon as I look up, it is full of celestial stars,

Forever; the National People's Congress move forward:

Where to go? What is it underneath?

Translated by Xing Guangzu

Chicago

Pig butcher of the world,

Tools, wheat storage,

Railway transporter, nationwide cargo transporter

Irither, burly, noisy,

City with wide shoulders:

Then, then, then

People tell me you are too mean, I believe: I see you

Women's thick makeup seduce the country guys under the gas lamp.

People tell me you are too evil, I replied: Yes, indeed

I saw the murderer killing people and galloping.

People tell me that you are cruel, my reply is: in women

I saw the brand of hunger and raging with my child's face.

After I answered like this. Turn around, to the city that laughs at me

People in the city, I respect to laugh at, I said:

Come, show me other cities, so I am so arrogant, arrogant

Singing proudly, it is also lively, rough, strong, and clever.

When he piled up his work, he threw out a magnetic curse and

He is a tall boxer in those short and weak cities.

Fierce like a dog, the tongue is stretched out to prepare for offense, mechanical

Such as the barbarian who fights Manghara;

Bare,

Swing up,

destroy,

plan,

Construction, destruction, re -construction,

Under the thick smoke, the mouth full of gray, exposed white teeth and laughed,

Under the terrible burden of destiny, laughed like a young man,

Laughs, like a reckless fighter who has never lost a game,

I boast, laugh, the pulse of his wrist is jumping, the people under the ribs

His heart is jumping, laugh!

Laughing the irritability, great, noisy smile, naked

The upper body, sweating, he is proud, because he is a pig slaughter

Husband, toolmaker, wheat storage, railway transporter,

Transferred by goods nationwide.

Zhao Yiheng Translation

fog

The fog is here,

Stupid the cat's stomach.

Then, then, then

He bowed his waist and squatted,

Look down quietly

Harbor and city,

Go forward again.

Zhao Yiheng Translation

Grass

Let Ostricz and Waterloo Corporal be like mountains,

Shit them into the pit and let me work again-

I am a grass; I cover everything.

Let the corpse of Geusburg be like a mountain,

Let Ipuer and Verre's corpse ascended,

Shit them into the pit and let me work again.

Two years and ten years, so the passengers asked the flight attendants:

What is this place?

Where are we going?

Then, then, then

I am grass.

Let me work.

Flying white translation

Steel prayer

Please put me on the anvil, oh God,

I slap me, beat me, and make a sled stick

Let me move the ancient wall,

Let me remove the ancient foundation of pine.

Then, then, then

Please put me on the anvil, my God,

I slap me, beat me, and make a steel nail,

Drop me into the beam of the skyscraper,

I am on the main beam with the burnt red rivets,

Let me be a big nail to drag the ferris edge and make it pass deep

Blue night sky,

Pay into the silver -white star group.

Zhao Yiheng Translation

Prairie (excerpts)

The frost was loosened to the corn shell,

Sun, rain, wind

It's all loose corn shells,

Male workers and women are just helping,

Everyone is a person who peels corn,

I see them. On the night of the west,

In the smoky dust.

Then, then, then

Oh the grassland mother, I am a child of you.

I love the prairie, and my heart is full of painful love.

I don't pursue anything here. Just look forward to another sunrise, -

The moon burning in the sky, a round of bright moon reflected in the river.

Then, then, then

I talk about new cities, new people,

I tell you that the past is a barrel of gray,

I tell you that yesterday was the wind of stopping the rest,

It is the sunset that falls in the West.

I tell you nothing else in the world

There is only one ocean full of tomorrow,

A sky full of tomorrow,

I am the brothers who peel the cornman. They said at sunset

Tomorrow or working day.

Zhao Yiheng Translation

Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".