Karl Shapiro - Nostalgia 汉译

My soul stands at the window of my room,

  And I ten thousand miles away;

My days are filled with Ocean’s sound of doom,

  Salt and cloud and the bitter spray.

Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

My selfish youth, my books with gilded edge,

  Knowledge and all gaze down the street;

The potted plants upon the window ledge

  Gaze down with selfish lives and sweet,

Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

My night is now her day, my day her night,

  So I lie down, and so I rise;

The sun burns close, the star is losing height,

  The clock is hunted down the skies.

Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

怀乡思旧

卡尔·夏皮罗

我房间的窗前站着我的灵魂，

  而我人却在一万英里外；

我日子充满大洋的死亡之声、

  苦涩的浪花、盐花和云霭。

让风吹吧，因为多少人得死亡。

我自私的青春、烫金的书、知识

  和一切，凝神俯视着街上；

盆栽植物的生命甜美而自私，

  也都在窗台上朝下凝望。

让风吹吧，因为多少人得死亡。

如今，我的昼夜同她的正交错，

  所以我无奈地躺下、起身；

太阳贴近着燃烧，它正在降落，

  天上这钟被追踪到西沉。

让风吹吧，因为多少人得死亡。