《货物》——关于卡迪夫港湾的史诗，出自诗人John
Masefield(1878-1967)之手，被铸在卡迪夫港湾钢板上，记住早期工业时代港湾那段辉煌的历史。下面就是小编给大家带来的英语诗歌，希望能帮助到大家!
英语诗歌1
Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen 带中文翻译：
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
把身子扳弯，像个包袱底下的老叫花子
膝外翻，像个老太婆一样地咳嗽，我们在污泥之中咒诅，
直到那不祥的照明弹出现，我们转过背去
开始朝着我方休整兵营跋涉。
人们半睡半醒地行进。许多人丢了靴子
却仍步履蹒跚，血流不止地走。都瘸了;都瞎了;
累晕了;聋得都听不到弹片飞鸣，
在刚刚走过的地方掉下的沉重的五九炮弹。
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! - An ecstay of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime. -
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
氯气弹!氯气弹!快跑啊，兄弟们!——一阵疯狂的折腾，
及时地把粗劣的面具带上了;
但是有些人还在喊叫，跌跌撞撞，
像是在火焰或是消石灰之中苦苦挣扎……
黑暗，透过雾蒙蒙的镜片和浓绿的亮光，
像在绿色之海下面，我看见他在溺亡。
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
在我的迷梦中，在我无助的视线前，
他投向我，奄奄一息，呛溺。
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Bitter as the cud
of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
假使是在一个窒息的梦里，你也可以跟随
在我们将他装进去的车的后面，
看着他脸上苍白的眼睛扭动，
他那如绞死般的面容，像是魔鬼的罪恶之病;
假使你能听见，当每一次的颠簸，血
从肺泡破碎的肺叶中流出，在嘴里发出漱口的声音，
如癌症般猥琐，苦得像是难咽的反刍物，
不治的疮在无罪的舌头上，
我的朋友，你就不会如此热情地传讲
古老的谎言：为国捐躯，
甘美而合宜。
英语诗歌2
Fern Hill 羊齿山|蕨山 带中文翻译：
By Dylan Thomas迪伦x托马斯
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green，
The night above the dingle starry，
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes，
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
现在，当我年青而自在地坐在苹果树下，
挨着低吟的屋子，因绿草而快乐，
夜悬于星星的幽谷上，
时光让我欢呼让我攀爬
在他眼中的金色年华
车马拥簇中我是苹果国王子，
曾几何时我也雍容地让树儿叶儿
连同稚菊和大麦随我
沿着风吹的日光之河巡游。
And as I was green and carefree， famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home，
In the sun that is young once only，
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means，
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman， the calves
Sang to my horn， the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold，
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
当我绿着，无忧无虑，在欢乐庭院
的谷仓间扬名，歌唱农场家园，
在只年轻一次的太阳里，
时光让我嬉戏让我成为
金黄色，受他恩宠，
翠绿与金黄之中我是猎手和牧人，牛犊们
随我的号角歌唱，山上狐狸们吠声清冷
而安息日缓缓叮咚
在圣泉里的鹅卵石间。
All the sun long it was running， it was lovely， the hay
Fields high as the house， the tunes from the chimneys， it was air
And playing， lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away，
All the moon long I heard， blessed among stables， the nightjars
Flying with the ricks， and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
长长白日里它跑着，好可爱，干草田
屋子一样高，烟囱里飘出歌谣，它朝气篷勃，
嬉戏着，水灵，可爱，
草一般燃烧着绿。
夜间寥落星辰下，
当我驶入梦乡，猫头鹰便驮走农场，
长长月夜里我在马厩中倾听、祈求，夜鹰们
与草垛齐飞，马儿们
闪入黑暗深处。
And then to awake， and the farm， like a wanderer white
With the dew， come back， the cock on his shoulder： it was all
Shining， it was Adam and maiden，
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first， spinning place， the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
然后就醒了，农场像游子归来，
一身露水白，公鸡立肩头：一切
皆闪光，一切皆是夏娃亚当，
天空再次聚合，
就是那一天太阳长圆。
所以应是在熹光降临之际，
在最初的纺绩地，着魔的马群暖暖走出
绿色嘶鸣的马厩，
前往荣耀的土地。
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long，
In the sun born over and over，
I ran my heedless ways，
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared， at my sky blue trades， that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace，
欢乐的屋子边上，新裁的云朵下面，
与狐狸山雉们相伴，快乐得心跳舒长，
在一次次重生的太阳里
我随意地奔走，
我的祈愿窜过屋子高的草垛
而我毫不在意，对我的天蓝色生计，时光
在他悠然回转间让稀落的晨歌
在孩子们的翠绿与金黄面前
随他一道黯然逝去。
Nothing I cared， in the lamb white days， that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand，
In the moon that is always rising，
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means，
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
我毫不在意，羔羊般洁白的日子里，时光
携我手的阴影把我带上永恒升着的月亮里，
那聚满燕子的阁楼，
也不在意驶入长梦时，
我会听他随高高的田野飞翔，
而后苏醒在农场，永远远离没有孩童的世界。
噢!当我年青而自在地受他恩宠，
时光曾让我绿过也让我死去，
即使我套着枷锁唱着大海之歌。
英语诗歌3
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night 不要温和地走进那个良夜 中英对照：
Do not go gentle into that good night，
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage， rage against the dying of the light.
不要温和地走进那个良夜，
白昼将尽，暮年仍应燃烧咆哮;
怒斥吧，怒斥光的消逝。
Though wise men at their end know dark is right，
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
虽然在白昼尽头，智者自知该踏上夜途，
因为言语未曾迸发出电光，他们
不要温和地走进那个良夜。
Good men， the last wave by， crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay，
Rage， rage against the dying of the light.
好人，当最后一浪过去，高呼着他们脆弱的善行
本来也许可以在绿湾上快意地舞蹈，
所以，他们怒斥，怒斥光的消逝。
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight，
And learn， too late， they grieved it on its way，
Do not go gentle into that good night.
狂人抓住稍纵即逝的阳光，为之歌唱，
并意识到，太迟了，他们过去总为时光伤逝，
不要温和地走进那个良夜。
Grave men， near death， who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like 4)meteors and be gay，
Rage， rage against the dying of the light.
严肃的人，在生命尽头，用模糊的双眼看到
失明的眼可以像流星般闪耀，欢欣雀跃，
所以，他们怒斥，怒斥光的消逝。
And you， my father， there on the sad height，
Curse， bless， me now with your fierce tears， I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage， rage against the dying of the light.
而您，我的父亲，在生命那悲哀之极，
我求您现在用您的热泪诅咒我，祝福我吧
不要温和地走进那个良夜。
怒斥吧，怒斥光的消逝。
英语诗歌4
Anthem for Doomed Youth 青春挽歌 带中文翻译：
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
什麼样的丧钟，为那番惨死的人们响起?
只有毛骨悚然的短枪怒吼之声
只有喋喋不休的长枪结巴之声
可以仓促叨念出他们的死前祈祷
No mockeries for them;no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, ——
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
没有虚伪的颂经，也没有祈祷和教堂钟声
没有哀悼的歌声，也省却丧礼的合唱诗班
嚎啕痛哭的炮弹，尖锐疯狂地齐声共鸣
悲哀的碉堡中，传出号令他们冲锋与撤退的军号
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
什麼样的烛光，可能拿来催促他们启程出征呢?
并不在男孩的手里，而在他们的眼睛里
闪耀著神圣光辉的道别
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
女孩面容的苍白，将是他们洁白的棺布
家人温柔的忍耐，将是他们优美的丧花
(前线上日日送死，前仆后继)大后方日日垂暮，下帘吊丧
英语诗歌5
Cargoes 货物by John Masefield 带中文翻译：
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
尼尼微(古代亚述首都)五排桨的大木舟，
从遥远的俄菲(传说中东方生产黄金与宝石的地方)划桨回家力更遒，
朝着那阳光灿烂的巴勒斯坦港口。
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
满载货物，
象牙，孔雀，猿猴，
还有檀香，雪松和甜白酒。
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
西班牙的大帆船庄严豪华，
来自巴拿马地峡，
经略那些热带棕榈绿的国家，
满载钻石，翡翠，紫水晶，
还有黄玉，肉桂，金币来自巴西和葡萄牙。
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
肮脏的英国轮船，大烟囱粘结着盐巴，
在狂躁的三月天，穿过英吉利海峡。
装载着铁轨，铅锭，泰恩煤炭，
木柴，铁器，
和廉价的锡盘。
(黄国营译)
