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Xcalibur:

如题，把屯的英文诗自翻了一遍，假装能叫做诗歌

毕竟老福特不该只是个仓库，还是想让更多人看懂，看到它们

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The Murmuring Mischievous

那低吟着的、狡猾的

 

A white wind passed

一阵白风掠过

And spilled fabric among his

接着把布料打翻在他那 

song-soaked antennas

被歌谣浸泡过的触角上

What fragile remnants

多么易碎的残骸啊

He cursed and sprouted iris seeds

他一边念叨一边播撒鸢尾种子

In the deep relenting fountains

播撒在渐缓的深泉中

Where there lived the

那儿曾住着

tenant of his most endurable bliss

他最绵长极乐的租主

Sighing

叹息着

Angels slept away

天使入睡了

And forgot to ignite eyelids

也忘记去把眼珠点燃

Boulevards on a index finger

食指上的大道

Long empowered by the spells of Olaf

曾久久被欧拉夫的咒语注力

"Thou art good."

“你是好的。”

And now

而现在

Every piece of glore is hackneyed

每一片辉煌都已被腐蚀

Then shattered!

然后碾碎了！

In spring's tempest

在春天的风暴里

A foul man can't grip a heaven's brim

一个愚人触不及天堂的边缘

Yet in a slip of the tear-sodden silk 

但在那已被热泪打湿的绸缎的一次滑落中

His mother advents

他的母亲降临了

Magical hands spreading

有魔力的手播散开

Florescent sesame leaves

夹着香气的芝麻叶

A bit less lenient than salt

它比盐少一丝温柔

But much sassier than unami

却比鲜多一分辛辣

"That's where itwent."

“原来它是去那儿了。”

The soul exerted, defying spikes

有个灵魂抵着钉子发力

The soul's already decadent

有个灵魂已经糜烂不堪

Not even ashes fly

连灰烬都不飞舞了

 

 

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From Nowhere

来自未知处

 

None of these dreams as good as a blithe summer.

那些梦乡无一比得上一个振奋人心的夏天。

Beneath an unfettered moon, half-awaken

在还未脓肿的月下，半醒着

He was pushed into mountains

他被推搡进山野里

And watched propeller seedsalong

并目睹了迸发的种子沿

Shady valleys of 

阴影斑驳的村谷滑下

whose roses might pour

有谁的玫瑰花泼洒在那里了

Souls that slap in atonement

灵魂在赎罪时甩着耳光

"Thy rhythm had been, long ago,stripped around." 

“你的旋律已经，在很久以前，被吃干抹净了。”

"In this chapter, nothing will be found."

“在这个章节里，没有什么会被找到。”

From mimicking shells he caught

从佯装着的躯壳中他发现了—

In tears and droughts that ripe before time

在比时间熟得更快的泪与旱中—

Notes of relief, full of oxygen

饱含氧气的，解脱的记号

He called it limpid, tranquil eternities.

他叫它温软，宁静的永恒们。

It ought to be called erratum

它应该被叫做谬误的

Not a pace was heard on that piece of earth departed.

在那片将被离开的土地上没有一声脚步为人听见

For who knew？

毕竟谁知道呢？

As loss and clarity gazed

在失落和清醒凝望的同时

That mirror's hue was

那盏镜面的色彩是

A poignant, shrewd purple

一种酸楚、精炼的紫

 

 

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Vintage Electricity

陈酿电流

 

He kissed him with the finest dreams

他曾以最美好的梦亲吻他

Under a hallowed gaud of May

在五月显圣过的贪婪下

"Enchanté."

“幸会”

Beyond diaphanous currents

越过轻薄的波浪

The carnelians could only see

玛瑙石仅能看见

A soft grasp of illuminated dress

一次软触，那被点亮的裙褶

Jade-like hands that firmly behold

紧紧圈住的玉手

And pushes away marines of stars

并推走满洋的星辰

Which were once fingers of his

那些曾是他的手指

Lips bit

咬唇

Gradually he corrected the buttons

缓缓地他把纽扣重新系好

Above crimson ridges on chest

在前胸深红色的山脊上

The breath was unrest like a

呼吸是躁动的，就如同一个

Wooden box enthralled by florescent thieves

被香贼迷了魂的木盒

And within a shriek of nostrils

然后在鼻孔的一阵惊搐中

Rhythms are resurgent ever again

旋律前所未有地复活了

Finally after a hundred yearsin millennials

终于在几个千年里的一个百年后

Wrinkles-wiped

皱褶被抚平

And brought up accidental slashes of a gilded string

并引来镀金琴弦的偶然刺拉

Loose ends of an angelic tune

那天使之音的结局啊

The universe crashed down in a deadly grin

宇宙在一个致命的微笑中坍塌

Sure

当然

Just some glorious overture that he would sleep through

那只是他会一睡了之的那种繁华前奏

Definitely

绝对地

It is called invisible tangibility

它叫做隐形之形

It is fetter 

它是脓

If there were ever travelers

如果会有旅人经过

Somewhere in the land of destiny

命运大陆上的任何地方

Beneath the lead-shaped soil

在那铅状泥土之下

Forever 

永恒地

Please

拜托了

May there be found two souls

愿有两具灵魂于那儿被找到

Uncovered in iridescent dialectics

它们被彩虹色的辩证揭开

And raveled

也纠缠不清

By the pace of atoms

在原子的步伐间

 

 

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Untitled

无题

 

What can be said

有什么可说的呢 

To a mushroom anticipating blindness?

对于一朵预料失明的蘑菇来说？

Its intestines 

它的肠子

Preoccupied with glory of gories

被血腥的光荣侵占 

And infallibly shrunken

并无差错地收缩

Vomiting starlights of little beans

呕吐出豆大的点点星光

Heresay

这么说着

Cyborgial horizons

赛博格的地平线们

Unpatterned songs and discards it heard

它听着无规律的歌和废弃物

Its gaud licked and sucked by a violent spring

它的贪婪被一口凶暴的泉眼舔舐、吸吮

Whose lust has torqued a curtain long

那躁欲卡动过一架窗帘的长度

Watery expression adhered to

冒水的表达式沾染在

Superior dances of nightingales

夜莺们更高一等的舞步中

Nobody from the land of fall

没有任何来自落叶大陆的人儿

Could understand a bit

可以明白其中的一毫

 

 

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伊诞2017

 

He points at the maritime traces

他指向那些海滨的残痕

Ten miles away from Syria

距离叙利亚十英里远的地方

Rosemary leaves and wages

迷迭香的枝叶和薪水

The sound drew splashes

那声音激起浪花

And painted a clock ticking downside 

然后描摹出一座向下走的时钟

Pretty mortal ranges 

漂亮的人类域限

Whose ting tone still in the darkening conscious

它叮叮的语气在渐暗的意识中保持镇静

Pin points of lights, curves of changes

光的定点，变动的曲线

No more than sugared joshes 

并不多于敷了糖的嗤笑

His windy space stabilizes in every minute of senses

他起风的空间在每一分钟的感官里趋稳

Fiddling rains and no ends

提琴般的雨和不存在的终点

Beneath the angelic proportions

在天赐的比例之下

Their toes were only left with

他们的趾头仅被留予

Small distorted rhythms

小小的、扭曲的旋律

 

 

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Pavane

帕凡舞曲（西诞2017）

 

Ryes entranced the eyes

藜麦紧揪着眼球

Frolic mingles, martyr and high

霜冻的混合酒，血腥而疯狂

He whistled soft

他轻吹口哨

And ushered in bushes and blushes

然后引来灌木与红晕

As if eternities were paling up

就好像永恒会苍白褪尽

Seas of times

时间的海洋

Sheet of whiskers, he showered in sour

小胡子的薄层，他淋浴于酸涩，

Limy bubbles, his men were told to

黏腻的泡泡中，他的伙计们被叫去

Occult in cellos. Donatello

躲在大提琴声里。多纳泰罗

Grotesque mellows that never existentialize

诡异的，永远不存在于存在中的草坪

They sure would miss the crown, the ground, 

他们定会想念那皇冠，那土地，

the plight.

那困顿。

His reign and rear, his rime.

他的威权与尾部，他的歌谣。

May the emerald splutter all knights?

能让那祖母绿骂死所有的骑士吗？

So this he whispered, exceedingly

他这样喃喃道，超格地，

To the mountainous shores aside

对着旁边山峦似的海岸喃喃

 

 

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Untitled

无题

 

Within the ages they dance

他们在时代之中起舞

Sweet proclivities, grasslands and beyond

舞出清甜的坡度，草原和远处

Subterranean mountains

地底下的山脉们

The transfiguration that ever enchants

永远令人着魔的变貌

Orgastic anchors

汹涌的船锚

And in liquors they will tear down

然后在斟酌间，他们会撕扯着倒塌

Triumphantly

伟大地

The alchemists failed to twist the fonts

炼金术士没能成功转变那些字体

Colors slept to be found

颜色们睡去以等待被找到的那天

Don't look around 

别再向四周看了

No stories are going on

没有什么故事正在发生