Fault

齐云

Fault

By Sara Teasdale

They came to tell your faults to me,

They named them over one by one;

I laughed aloud when they were done,

I knew them all so well before, --

Oh, they were blind, too blind to see

Your faults had made me love you more.

毛病

文/莎拉·蒂斯黛尔  译/齐云

他们说你有一身毛病

翔实罗列一条又一条

看着他们我放声大笑

你的毛病我早已知悉

他们真笨啊还搞不清

这些毛病让我更爱你

柳渡

Sara Teasdale的诗集将有齐云版译本吧？

齐云

这个美国女诗人，诗歌感情浓烈，没有枯涩抽象的时代病，是我喜欢的那种。所以关注多些。

孙逐明

好诗，我也讨厌那种无病呻吟的诗歌。