D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930), an English poet, novelist, and critic, produced about 800 poems during his lifetime and published some10 volumes in poetry. Lawrence began writing poetry at the time when 'Imagism' was seeking more concrete expression, and he contributed considerably to Imagist Anthologies. Later on, Lawrence took a revolution further than the Imagists, writing accessible poetry that was immediately appealing. A great number of his poems were free verse.

劳伦斯 (1885-1930) 是近代的英国诗人、小说家、和批评家。他一生写了八百首诗和出版了大约十本诗集。当他开始写诗时， “意象派” 还有待具体的表现；他对意象派的选集贡献很大。后来，劳伦斯作了比意象派更进一步的改革，写出易懂的诗，且扣人心弦。他的诗有很大部份是自由诗。

夏菁，是盛志澄的笔名，1925年生于浙江嘉兴．美国科罗拉多州立大学硕士，曾任联合国专家及科罗拉多教授等职。夏菁是台湾 “蓝星诗社” 创始人之一。自1954年 出版第一本诗集起，已有九种，包括近年出版的《雪岭》(2003)和《夏菁短诗选》(2004)等。

Hsia Ching, the pen name of Ted (Tse) C. Sheng, was born in Zhejiang, China in 1925. He received his M.S. degree from the Colorado State University (1966) and has worked with the United Nations and taught at the Colorado State University. Hsia Ching was one of the founders of the Blue Stars Poetry Society in Taiwan in early Fifties. Since his first collection of poems published in 1954, he has produced a total of nine volumes of poems including the recent two: A Snow-capped Peak (2003) and Selected Poems of Hsia Ching (2004).

Humming-Bird

蜂鸟

I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.

Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of Matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.

I believe there were no flowers then,
In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation.
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.

Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say, were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.

We look at him through the wrong end of the telescope of Time,
Luckily for us.
			

我能想见，在太古般沉寂的
另一个天地，远远地
在最最的静谧里，只有喘息和营营的
蜂鸟们竞奔于林荫道间。

在万物具有灵魂之前，
生命还是一团混沌的物质，一半还没有生气，
这一个小角色已在光辉灿烂中剥啄
并冲刺于生长缓慢、广大、多汁的茎间。

我相信那时还没有花朵，
在那个天地里，蜂鸟闪现于一切造物之前。
我相信他用长长的喙，啄穿慢慢延伸的叶脉。

也许，他只像
苔藓那么大，小蜥蜴，据说曾经很大。
也许他是一个猛击的可怖的巨兽。

我们从时间望远镜的错误的一端望他，
我们够幸运。
			

Prayer

祈祷者

                           
Give the moon at my feet
Put my feet upon the crescent, like a Lord!
O let my ankles be bathed in moonlight, that I may go
sure and moon-shod, cool and bright-footed
towards my goal

For the sun is hostile, now
his face is like the red lion, ...
			

給我以月，在脚边
置我的双足于新月之上，像一个主宰！
啊，让我的足踝沐浴于月光之中，我可以
必然前行，穿着月鞋、凉爽光脚地
走向我的目的地。

因为太阳是有敌意的，现在
他的脸如一头红狮，......
			

Nothing to Save

没有什么可以挽救

                           
There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet.
			

没有什么可以挽救，现在全部已失去，
仅有一丁点的宁静在我心中
像紫罗兰的嫩芽。
			

Self-Pity

自怜

                           
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
			

我从未见到一种野生动物
会自怨自怜。
一只小鸟将自枝头冻毙跌下来
他未曾为自己感到可怜。
			

Search for Love

寻爱

                           
Those that go searching for love
only make manifest their own lovelessness,
and  the loveless never find love,
only the loving find love,
and they never have to seek for it.
			

那些在寻爱的人
只是在昭告自己没有爱心，
没有爱心的人永远找不到爱，
只有，有爱心的人才找得到爱，
他们却从不需要去找寻。