outland poetry
anthology
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He Liebo Melnikov
Bird cage
Bird cage Oh, what you sing?
What is not in telling his arrest?
How to build nests?
Cage is how to separate you and your girlfriend?
Or recall that your own
Lovely happy time spent nest?
How to capture or recall their own flies
Chicks are fed by them to?
In the memories of the high hills,
In the memories of green grass.
Broad field in the memory?
Support poor little thing is how boring squatting,
Only through the small window the sun observation.
Sunny days you go to the river bathing,
Wonderful voice filled the forest,
You will recall the past,
Forget your troubles,
You will nibbling with melon seeds,
Greedily drinking water.
April 6, 1897 "I am your star" on page 9 of 1999
Translated by Zhang Bing
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I'm blowing his reed,
The world followed his own will.
Composition of the stars as I listen to the flow of aura.
I'm blowing reed, performed the world's fate.
Early 1908 on page 12
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Stuff pocket
Spilled on the floor.
So, I think,
The world's only
A joke,
It be subjected in the
Hanged ghost lips.
Page 18
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Police station - a wonderful place!
This is my country
Date place.
I think in this country,
It still was breathing!
Early 1922 St. Petersburg edition p. 67 1998
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Refused
I Yang Guan astrology
Was much more pleasant,
This signing of the death penalty than
Judgments better.
I listen to
Flowers of Passage
Feel even more joy,
They planted a small flower head
"He is coming!" - They whisper.
It is much to see the muzzle Heiqu Qu
- When I garden through the -
Look kill those
People who want to cut my head
The head of the prison guards
Makes me relaxed.
And that is why I never,
Oh no, never when the ruling reason!
January 4, 1922 ibid page 65-66
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Bitterly, I supplicate to the lice,
Early in the morning every day they run around in my clothes,
I exterminate them early in the morning every day,
Sweet sound of popping sound of the provision,
Lice may be new is always calm, the birth, such as the lapping tide.
I consider myself an idiot with the brain of God
Dedicated to you, Russia:
He Liebo Kafelnikov want you to be as me.
I put stakes into the axle and the people knocking on the brain,
I built a cottage with wooden blocks
"We are the future of the farmer."
I have done all this, like a beggar,
Also like a curse by others around the thieves.
Autumn 1921 p. 59
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I have seen a prophet Shaonian Lang,
Bow falls in the forest crystal hair bundle,
Moss-covered trees there in stealth in the dark
Majestic British hair, such as a old man,
Fiddled with their hands crawling plants that Yi Keke beads.
Falls turned out
Glass-like mothers and daughters like a string of Ock
Fly into the mountains crystal camel cord.
Jellyfish and the children
Where the location of the exchange.
There is a gurgling brook in the valley.
Trees, branches out, such as candles General
Fill the empty mountain, rock
Shown with the same letters Wei century.
Between the girl's breasts giant Dan Rulin
Hiding in the foaming waves of glowing, the evil sea as a priest in the nude search.
And that he used to swear in the name of Racine who do the opposite.
Could there be another daughter of a duke thrown into the sea he?
Anti-Racine wonderful moment to have arisen.
No! No! Tall tree is witness!
We are the youth
Cover with cold waves with their own
Learned the cold, the other side of vivid, cold limbs
Language and reason, he sings:
"I was forever doomed
And Zoar mermaid got married Ham
Even the wave takes on a human nature.
Is the man that became the girl's body wave. "
Trees in the words of a century bit long-winded.
Summer and autumn of 1921 Page 56-57
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I and the Russian
Russia, the freedom to millions of people.
How kind! People will always remember this kindness.
I stripped off shirt,
My hair with a mirror-like each of skyscrapers,
Each of the body of a city
Each hole crack
All hang out red carpet and cloth.
Female citizens and male citizens
I - National
A thousand eyes in the jungle - gathered in my window.
Olga and Igor
Not by orders
Look through the skin for the sun happy.
Prison shirt down!
The sleeper was stripped shirt -
To the sun and my own people!
I stood on the beach naked.
I found a way to give the people freedom,
To the public to Quhei.
57-58 1921
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Tree
Break a branch on the trees,
Gogol burned the manuscript as a sudden,
The branches folding away the clouds of biting his belly with his chin,
The road winding stump.
The golden leaves on fire, like the blind man's cigarette lighter.
Your gift to the birds spend the night where
If Mamai noisy sound of the attack,
Over the field in the dark.
Even the sun can hide your face later, the Holy weirdo.
You save the city of wood,
You hide in the sun after the tree braids,
You are the sky to the ground hide and seek
Oh, the sun and the people in the hide and seek!
Dragging the sun in winter horse horse horse crossbow.
In the humid chamber, in the human stomach,
People will be thinking in the furnace.
Or else are more direct than words - fire!
Jie and hard to read or else dragging the jf and jf sound,
Your hand combat through the leaves, never move forward.
And you call this, as if shot alone,
Trains always ran with the sun
Toward the underground dwellings.
The moment of death comes.
Sons among the trees in distress!
Blue Sky hotter than fire;
We fall for his son cry,
You are the son of autumn!
Branches of infantry in their fold -
At the moment is a green tree.
Light winds stir up the cold - magician's eyes -
For gold, the blue sky, leaves the team in the call.
Everyone cried like a puppy whelp.
Like, in order to find space Naropa Qiefu Sharansky
Er Make green leaves to lead the team in this
Siberia to the occupation of the blue,
Fighting for space, with tree branches pierced the night,
In order not to be seen.
Like a galloping knight
Green cloth head shaking.
Young leaves of birch branches
In Moscow - Vladivostok railway proud.
Siberian railway piercing blue sky.
The road ends at a leaf, the sky's shame.
You use large nets dragged powerful oxygen at night
Reticulum tossing the same night as the blue belly,
Where the stars light yellow hair on the animal legends.
I believe that yellow beast to the trees to wind study.
Pages 61-62 of 1921
Translated by Zhang Bing
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