Charles Baudelaire - The Albatross 汉译

Often the idle mariners at sea

Catch albatrosses, vast birds of the deep,

Companions which follow lazily

Across the bitter gulfs the gliding ship.

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They’re scarcely set on desk, these heavenly kings,

Before, clumsy, abashed, and full of shame,

They piteously let their great white wings

Beside them drag, oar-like, and halt and lame.

See this winged traveller, so awkward, weak!

He was so fine: how droll and ugly now !

One sailor sticks a cutty in his beak,

Another limps to mock the bird that flew!

The Poet’s like the monarch of the clouds

Who haunts the tempest, scorns the bows and slings;

Exiled on eateh amid the shouting crowds,

He cannot walk, for he has giant’s wings.