北加,才一场情感
几百万微小魂灵,通简单夏天可触知。
还没一名能见白天,却仍妳中都活去。
创造,为此才练演,假然而好对。
这练习爱,好天意的,麦田中穿迂着。
山景波浪,林影, 日光。我赢的自然都收获。
地图扩展,躺着等待。天真而偏然期待。
为不动的山与真实,即兴的剧与经都采纳。
人绘制进程:A到B,但路上金未知,生也。
墨与图,我背上晒,经线数条沿妳穿妳。
咱那天整世界环行到,场最终与永长情会。
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非口语句法shi故意的;请用诗歌心来评判。
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I don't need English lessons from some random Chinese dude who thinks he's a native English-speaker because he lives in San Francisco; I could read and write in English since I was one, and every single of the tens of millions of original thoughts that have ever occurred to me in my entire life and my entire understanding of whatever amount of the world and universe that I do understand have all been constructed solely and completely in English.
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"Creation, just the sake, recital; fake and yet so right." If you don't understand the colloquial register of English grammar and the ways the rules can be bent and broken and still sound natural, especially in a non-prosaic form then of course it's not going to make sense. If you can't hold words from previous lines in your short-term memory as you read the lines that follow them, you're not going to be able to connect them meaningfully the way that a native speaker of the language should be able to. CREATION (topic, links sex to the act of creation to give it a broader scope), JUST THE SAKE (justifies the topic by denying a need for a reason in the first place), RECITAL (expands on the connection between creation and sex by pointing out the main incongruence, the fact that she's not getting pregnant and we're not actually creating anything); FAKE AND YET SO RIGHT (based off the phrase "so wrong and yet so right", and once again pointing out the disconnect between the actual creation act and this fake version of it). The line is immediately followed by "THIS PRACTICE-LOVE" which was the explanation for the previous line and the conclusion you are supposed to land on after reading the words CREATION, RECITAL, and FAKE.
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@Brian, thanks for trying to compensate for the lack of constructive criticism in the other people's comments, but I think most native English speakers my age, at least who don't completely hate poetry to begin with, would probably say that the English version is actually completely fine. The point of a poem is not to say really obvious things in a really obvious way; you have to connect concepts and images that people don't usually connect and make them dig a little bit to pull their own personal meaning out of it. If I wanted to just say the bare essence of what it was, the whole poem would just be "I had sex under a tree one summer in norther California." and that would be a completely &#^$ing horrible poem if I didn't mask it under ambiguity first, and then glorify it with metaphors that connect it to a much broader scope of human experience.
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There are definitely some pearls in the rough in your Chinese translation, and some of the comments are a bit harsh. :) No one should be belittled for trying. However, after reading the original in English, I would say that an essential difficulty you had is that you were working with poor material to begin with. The English verse is rather terrible - For example, what does "creation, just the sake, recital; fake and yet so right" really mean anyway? Shakespeare or Milton's verse may not all be comprehensible, but that it is because their verses were written in older English. Every word in their poetry has a purpose and a meaning. It is doubly hard for you to translate into a foreign language something that is so ambiguous as to make no sense in your native language. As an aside, many of the Chinese sentences make no sense - like "通简单夏天可触知", "却仍妳中都活去", "但路上金未知,生也" "经线数条沿妳穿妳", "场最终与永长情会," etc. Again, I thought it was a nice effort, but your hands were tied with the English doggerel you had to work with. Perhaps it might be helpful to start with a simpler poem? Nonetheless, have fun and don't let the criticisms discourage you.
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norcal, Just a Feeling
Million something little souls, through simple summer manifest. And none could live to see the day, but still they live inside you. Creation, just the sake, recital; fake and yet so right. This practice love so god-intended, weaved through fields of rye. The waving hills, wood shade, and sun; took all the nature I had won. Sprawled out map, spread map in wait, naive yet still and waiting. For unmoving truth and mountains, took the script and scripture improvised. One plots a course, just A to B, but life is unknown gold between. Ink and map, sun on my back, meridians trace, pass through you. We traveled round the world that day, one last and everlong tryst.
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