Modern Poetry
present surrealist
给超现实主义者
Ya Xian
- Memorial day together with the commercial poultry
Your wedding yesterday and tomorrow
You have a name is not today's children
Your songs are shirt draped over the body Gouzai
Fish flying in the sky
Swimming birds play in the water
Your knees do not understand their own
Their toes
You are the last winter
The last heresy
Is the first heresy
This spring
You sing: sugar pear, sugar pear
Five o'clock in the morning
In some dirty alley
The Bible in a kept woman pad suboccipital
The story of Moses and the Mount of Olives, then forget the
Five o'clock in the morning
Sugar pear, sugar pear, you sing
You want to smell in the other world, Hong buckwheat
Everything mashed
All put together again
The ancient and the present, with the train station selling textile woman Helen
Mountains and sea, the line picked up the foot pine and black sailor monk
Concept and non-concept, windy days or days of no wind
You are a child has a terrible cry
Love on the forehead do not know the
One-eyed children
You will eventually burn random dream
Like skyscrapers
Sandburg's a nail
Bearing in mind mine was destroyed in a
And you do not belong to Sandburg
The people of his hands clenched
And Whitman's fashionable too and now have a bit of the old songs too old
You do not belong to logic
Logic pin
Even if you do not belong to poetry
What do you
(Sugar pear, sugar, pear)
Where are you from
(Five in the morning, Hanxing little bit)
You where to go
(Hanxing little, five in the morning)
And you there is a
Such as maple sugar
Stir in the developer
There is no reason
There is a
Such as water hyacinth flowers
In the black and gold under the shroud
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