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Captain!My Captain!
Walt Whitman
Captain!My Captain!Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But heart!heart!heart!
the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Captain! my Captain!rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up -for you the flag is flung -for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turing;
Here, Captain!dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck
You 've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm , he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores!and ring, O bells!
But I,with mourful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
啊，船长!我的船长
(瓦尔特.惠特曼)
啊!般长!我的船长!可怕的航程已完成;
这船历尽风险，企求的目标已达成。
港口在望，钟声响，人们在欢欣。
千万双眼睛注视着船——平稳，勇敢，坚定。
但是痛心啊!痛心!痛心!
瞧一滴滴鲜红的血!
甲板上躺着我的船长，
他倒下去，冰冷，永别。
啊，船长!我的船长!起来吧，倾听钟声;
起来吧，号角为您长鸣，旌旗为您高悬：
迎接您，多少花束花圈——候着您，千万人峰拥岸边;
他们向您高呼，拥来挤去，仰起殷切的脸;
啊，船长!亲爱的父亲!
我的手臂托着您的头!
莫非是一场梦：在甲板上
您倒下去，冰冷，永别。
我的船长不作声，嘴唇惨白，毫不动弹;
我的父亲没感到我的手臂，没有脉搏，没有遗言;
船舶抛锚停下，平安抵达;船程终了;
历经难险返航，夺得胜利目标。
啊，岸上钟声齐鸣，啊，人们一片欢腾!
但是，我在甲板上，在船长身旁，
心悲切，步履沉重;
因为他倒下去，冰冷，永别。 |
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发表于 2016-7-10 11:14:38