英国十七世纪诗人约翰·邓恩诗歌翻译七首

Johu Donne
SELECTED POEMS

The Good Morrow

I wonder by my troth, what thou , and I
Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seven sleepers’ den?
‘Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room, an everywhere.
Let sea-discorvers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds no worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the face rest,
Where can we find tow better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatevre dies, was not mixed equally;