兰波《奥菲莉娅》
《奥菲利娅》为阿尔蒂尔·兰波(Arthur Rimbaud)（1854～1891）所写的一首诗歌。（也被翻译成阿尔图尔·兰波）法国诗人。他用谜一般的诗篇和富有传奇色彩的一生吸引了众多的读者，成为法国文学史上最引人注目的诗人之一。 今日的兰波被奉为象征派的代表，甚至被贴上“第一位朋克诗人”、“垮掉派先驱”的标签，他的作品对超现实主义和意识流小说也影响深远，但真正的兰波是难以归类的，因为“他是众多流派之父，而不是任何流派的亲人”。兰波16岁不到就写出了名诗《奥菲莉亚》，据说参加过巴黎公社运动，曾为法国那个反抗的时代留下了许多充满战斗激情的诗篇。兰波的传奇，为后来的世界确立了一种生存和反叛的范式，20世纪后“兰波族”成为了专有名词，崇拜、模仿兰波的群体越来越壮大。
On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping
White Ophelia floats like a great lily ;
Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils...
- In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort.
For more than a thousand years sad Ophelia
Has passed, a white phantom, down the long black river.
For more than a thousand years her sweet madness
Has murmured its ballad to the evening breeze.
The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreath
Her great veils rising and falling with the waters ;
The shivering willows weep on her shoulder,
The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow.
The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her ;
At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder,
Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings ;
- A mysterious anthem falls from the golden stars.
O pale Ophelia ! beautiful as snow !
Yes child, you died, carried off by a river !
- It was the winds descending from the great mountains of Norway
That spoke to you in low voices of better freedom.
It was a breath of wind, that, twisting your great hair,
Brought strange rumors to your dreaming mind ;
It was your heart listening to the song of Nature
In the groans of the tree and the sighs of the nights ;
It was the voice of mad seas, the great roar,
That shattered your child's heart, too human and too soft ;
It was a handsome pale knight, a poor madman
Who one April morning sate mute at your knees !
Heaven ! Love ! Freedom ! What a dream, oh poor crazed Girl !
You melted to him as snow does to a fire ;
Your great visions strangled your words
- And fearful Infinity terrified your blue eye !
- And the poet says that by starlight
You come seeking, in the night, the flowers that you picked
And that he has seen on the water, lying in her long veils
White Ophelia floating, like a great lily.
From Oliver Bernard's translation : Arthur Rimbaud, Collected Poems (1962)