outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Jacques Prévert
Barbara
You should remember that Barbara
In Naples the next day of rain kept the *
Walk you smile
Dripping ecstasy glow
In the rain
You should remember that Barbara
Under the rain kept in Naples
Siam Street, I meet with you through
You smile
I smile
Remember Barbara
I do not know you
You do not know me
Remember
Remember that day at least
Do not forget
A man under the shelter in a porch
He called out your name
Barbara
You ran to him in the rain
Dripping ecstasy glow
You put yourself in his arm sent
Thing you should remember that Barbara
Do not get angry if I call you kindly
I affectionately call everyone I love
Even though I only met them once
I affectionately call each person in love
Even if I do not know them
Remember Barbara
Do not forget
Happy that a good rain
Fall on your happy face
In that happy city
That sea of rain
Fall arsenal
I. the board in the Ashanti *
Oh Barbara
What a stupid war
Now how you live your life
In this rain of iron
Steel fire rain of blood
And that love of
Hold you in the hands of the people
Whether the dead had disappeared or are still full of vitality
Oh Barbara
Today, under the rain stop in Naples
As before, under the
But it is no longer the same as
Everything has been destroyed
It was terrible and the rain condole Choucan
Is no longer
Blood iron storm of steel
The only cloud
Cloud died like a dog
With wave away the dog
After Naples
Much flow to the decay
Far away from Naples
Nothing left that place.
* Naples (Brest), located in the Brittany peninsula in northwest France (Brittany) of the tip, as a military port.
* A good i. (Ushant), is outside the Brittany Peninsula, the island in the Atlantic Ocean.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Breakfast
His coffee
Poured into a cup
He will milk
Into the cup of coffee
He will sugar
Milk into the coffee
He used a small spoon
Stir
He drank a cup of coffee milk
Then put down the cup
Did not say a word to me
He lit
A cigarette
He used tobacco
Blowing smoke ring
He ash
Shells into the ashtray
Did not say a word to me
Did not look at me
He stood up
Hat
Wearing on his head
He put
His raincoat
Are under the rain
Then he was gone
In the rain
Did not say a word
Did not look at me
I hand
Cover my head
I started to cry.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Portrait of a bird
─ ─ to 艾尔沙亨利 Kui
First draw a cage
There is the open door
Then draw
Pretty things
Some simple things
Some beautiful things
Some useful things ... ...
A bird
Then lean on a tree to frame him
In the garden
In the trees
In the forest
Hidden behind the trees
Speak
Fixed ... ...
Sometimes the birds come soon
But he also had long years of contributions
Before the decision
Do not be discouraged
Wait
Necessary to wait years
Bird coming fast or slow
And the achievements of painting
No relationship
When the bird comes
If he comes
Observed that most of the quiet
And other birds into the cage
When he had entered
Calmly closed the door to brush
Then
Obliterate the railing of a root
Careful not to touch any bird a feather
Then paint the portrait of the tree
Choose the most beautiful branches it
A bird
Also painted a fresh wind and green leaves
Sun dust
Heat in the summer sounds of insects
And then wait to decide whether to sing the bird
If the birds do not sing
It was a bad sign
It was a bad picture shows
If he sings it is a good sign
Show that you can check title
So you so quiet
Pull out the bird of a feather
Goes on the corner of your drawing write your name.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Seine Street
Senna Street half past ten
Night
In a street corner to another
A man staggered a young man ... ...
Wore a hat
A raincoat
A woman and shook his
She shook him
She also talked to him
And he shook his head
His hat all crooked
The woman's hat and quickly fall back
They are very pale
Of course the man wanted to leave
Gone ... ... go to die
But women have an intense desire for the health of
Her voice
Her voice low v.
Who can not but listen
It is a complaint
A command ... ...
Cry cry ... ...
This sounds more earnest
Sad
Vividly ... ...
A sick newborn baby shivering in a grave
Cemetery in the winter ... ...
A finger caught in the door crying organisms
A song
A sentence
Always the same
Repeat tell ... ...
Do not stop
Did not answer ... ...
The man looked at her his eyes turn
He gestured with his arm
Like a drowning man
And that sentence again
Senna Street, a street corner to another
The woman continued to
Tireless
Continue her anxiety problems
Trauma can not dress
Paper children Oh tell me the truth now
Paper children Oh tell me the truth now
I want to know everything
Tell me the truth now ... ...
The woman's hat fell off
Skin Oh I want to know that all children
Tell me the truth now ... ...
Stupid and exaggerated the problem
Children do not know how to answer the skin
He has lost
This is called child of his skin ... ...
Maybe he had a gentle smile he hoped was
And repeated
Well, calm down and now you're crazy
But he did not know how right he was
But he did not know
He can not see
How his men by his mouth twisted smile
His difficulty in breathing
World pressure on him
Suffocate him
He is a prisoner
Impasse by his promise ... ...
It was calculated that he ... ...
His face ... ...
A calculator
A machine to write a love letter
A machine suffering
Grabbed him ... ...
Hanging on him ... ...
Paper children it O tell me the truth.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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I've seen some of them
I've seen one of them sitting on another person's hat
He was pale
He shook
What he was waiting no matter what ... ... ... ...
The end of World War ... ... ... ...
He never could make a gesture, or talk
The other man
Another finding "his" people are more white hat
He also shook
Kept repeating to myself:
My hat my hat ... ... ... ...
He wanted to cry.
I've seen one of them in the newspaper
I've seen them one in a salute to the flag
I've seen one of them dressed in black people
He has a watch
Refining a table
A purse
Medal
And a pince-nez
I've seen one of them pulled the kids and the staff shouting ... ...
I've seen them a person with a dog
I've seen them one in a sword cane with a hidden
I've seen one of them crying
I've seen one of them to enter the church
I've seen another person come out ... ...
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Flower shop
A man walked into a flower shop
Picked some flowers
Florist flowers wrapped
The man reached into his bag
Money
Bring money to pay for spending accounts
But he put his hand
Suddenly
On in his mind by
Fallen
In the same time he fell
Money fell to the ground
Then spend the
At the same time with that person
And that money at the same time
The florist is standing there
Money rolling
Flower damage
People will die
All this is clearly very sad
And she need to do something
That florist
But she did not know where to start
She did not know
From one end of the beginning
There are so many things to do
This man will die
Destruction of these flowers
And this money
This roll of money
This is the money kept rolling.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Lazy student
He said that with the head
But his heart say no
He said he loves
Mr. Xiang say he
He stood
He was questioning
All issues are raised out of
He gripped the sudden laughter
Wipe away all his
Those numbers and text
Name and date of those
Those sentences and snares
And no matter the threats, Mr.
Adopt a child prodigy who at the sound of the inverted
Chalk in various colors
On the blackboard in the unfortunate
He painted a happy face.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Carew Xie Square
Carew Xie Square
Near the end of a beautiful summer day
Knocked off the wagon
The blood of a horse
Flow
Road
And the horse in there
Standing
Fixed
Rely on three legs
The other leg has been injured
Injured and fragmented
Hung down
Close to the horse
Standing
Not moving
Is that a coachman
Then is that the carriage
Is fixed
Like a broken clock generally useless large
The horse was silent
The horse does not complaints
The horse does not scream
There he
He was waiting
He is so beautiful so sad that simple
And then there is reason
To accept this is not possible to tears
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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The Last Supper
They gallery
They do not eat
They do not touch the plate
Reared their plate
Behind in their head.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Vacation
I put the hats into the cage
When the birds head out
Say
Who does not salute the
Commander Q
Who does not salute the
Bird answers
I'm sorry I thought it should be saluted
Commander says
Everyone you completely forgive mistakes
Bird said.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Océ Book, or to flee to Egypt
This is a war this summer
All the summer or war
The isolated desert city
Smile and smile
The smile is the smile that
With its sweet face in summer
Sweet love to the people who smile
This is a war this summer
A man and a woman
Palace into a museum
Their footsteps is the only museum in the footsteps of Desert Palace
This house is exposed floating museum
The city of Paris
The world's fresh
Sleeping there
Wake up to hear footsteps of a gatekeeper
Click the button and go back to his dream
At the same time it appears in the stone shrine
Standing in the wonders of Egypt's glorious in its own
Océ statue of Hercules in the dead wood in live
The church alive is to make all the idols in Paris
Re-dead again
The lovers kiss
Océ Hercules with their
Then back to his lively night
The shadows.
* Oce Guinness (Osiris), the Egyptian Nile god, the god of the Egyptians in thrall.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Broken mirror
That little man kept singing
Dancing in my head that the villain
That little man of youth
, Damaged his shoelaces
Celebration of all the shed
Have collapsed immediately
In this celebration of silence
This head in the desert
I am happy to hear your voice
Torn and fragile your voice
Naive and because sorrow
Came from afar, and calling me
I put my hand heart
Where the shaking of the
Bloody
Are you laughing the seven Star break glass.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Lazy morning
It was terrible
A hard-boiled eggs split in a small tin sound counter
The sound was terrible
When it is on a hunger stir the memory of man
The man's head is terrible
That man's head hunger
When he looked at his six o'clock in the morning
Store in a large mirror
A first dust Color
But he was not his head look
Windows in the Chez Potin
He was indifferent to his head
He did not want it
His dream
He was not a head fantasy
For example, a calf's head
Plus a vinegar sauce
Or any one to eat first
He played his jaw sweet earth
Sweet
So he sweet teeth
Because the world laugh at his head
He can not do anything to fight with the world
He one two three, counting his fingers
One two three
He did not have something equivalent to three days
Despite repeated three days of their
Can not get over
Or through the
Three days
Three nights
Eaten
And behind those windows
Those bottles are those canned pie
Dead fish protected by the jar
Protection of the jar by the window
Windows protected by the police
Police protection by fear
Unfortunately, sardines have such a six defense ... ...
A little further on is a small bar
Butter, coffee and hot rolled
Stumble with the man
In his head
A mass of fog text
A mass of fog text
To eat sardines
Hard-boiled eggs, coffee cream
Infiltration coffee liqueur
Coffee cream
Coffee cream
Oozing cream coffee
A popular area to live in respect of his men
Slaughtered in broad daylight
That rogue killer that beat him grab burglary
Two francs
Is equal to a cup of coffee, wine infiltration
Zero seventy centimes franc
Two slices of bread and butter
And to the servants twenty-five centimes Tips
It was terrible
A hard-boiled eggs split in a small tin sound counter
The sound was terrible
When it is on a hunger stir the memory of man.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Family
Mother weave
Son combat
She thought it natural that the mother
What was his father and his father
He engaged in business
His wife weaving
His son war
His career
He thought it natural that the father
The boy was the son of
How he felt that his son
How completely do not think that his son
His father, mother, weaving his career he was war
When he finish the battle
His father engaged in business with him
War continues to weave his mother to continue her
Out the father to continue his career
He killed his son not to continue
Father and mother went to the cemetery
They thought it natural that the father and mother
Living life to the cause of war weaving
The cause of war, war, weaving
Business Business Business
Cemetery life.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Picasso Walking
In a very round plates on the real
Arrayed an Apple
It is saying face to face
Is a realistic painter
Not a painting and drawing
It looks like Apple
But
The apple does not allow this
The apple
Have their say
Apple bag in its many tricks
The apple
Rotate in there
Plate in its true
Secretly on its own
Not a good move
Duke disguised himself as righteous as the mouth of a gas lamp
Because people have for him anyway portrait
The apple to his disguise, posing as a beautiful piece of fruit
After this
That realist painter
Began to see
It looks like Apple's all related to his opposition
And
Unfortunately, the poor as
As the poorest of the poor find themselves suddenly let any charity and philanthropy and vice terrible dominant groups
Unfortunately, the realist painter who
Suddenly found himself
Sadly, many victims of the concept of associative
And remember that rotation of the apple tree
There is a paradise on earth Adam and Eve
A watering can a fences Bameng to Egypt a staircase *
He Sibai Canadian forces land in Normandy as well as security is Apple * A Bian
Tennis Court Oath snake apple juice *
And the original sin
And art of start
And William Tell's Switzerland
Newton even by Sa
Among the many winners at the gravity of the exhibition
The painter no longer see that dazzled his model
Asleep
It was then that Picasso
Where every place he passed through as
Like every day from home
Apple saw the plates, and then fell asleep, and that the painter
What a strange idea to paint Apple
Picasso said,
The Picasso eat the apple
Apple thanks to him
Picasso broke that plate
Go smile
The artist was pulled from his sleep out
Like a tooth
Found himself alone in front goes unfinished canvas
In his broken porcelain which
Those horrible real stone.
* Bameng to Egypt (Parmentier), the eighteenth century the potatoes transplanted to France.
* Canada, producing apples. He Sibai effort to (Hesperides), see Greek mythology: the seven sisters in the garden He Sibai force to guard the golden apples, Hegulisi (Hercules) made by Apple to help them, and finally immortality. Normandy, where security is so, are Apple name.
* "Snake Tennis Court Oath of apple juice," the original line is: le serpent du jeu de Paume le serment du jus de Pomme. This is used as a homonym of the word game, the banter at the translation can not convey. "Tennis Court of the snake" (Serment du jeu de Paume), which is a historical event: June 1789 Eve, the French Estates General, the third-level members in the tennis court oath "does not formulate Constitution ghost "to resist tyrants. Snake and Apple is the story of Eve from the Bible, the authors write it as "Apple's Oath" (le serment du jus de Pomme).
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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The storm and the quiet period
The corridor in a nursing home has a mad dog
In looking for his dead master in the last summer
A tree or a bell
A bird a knife
Sad news
Good news
Your childish face
Like a terrible EC
Suddenly induration
Your smile
Like a gear
Start rotating
Lost crunch changes
And you gray-green eyes
Strange water
Dry up
Electro-optic
Hate distress and knowledge of small black lightning
For me
Flash
The entire planet signal
Completely messy facial
Audio despair
The clear audio
Suddenly, all the lost
In addition to your naïve and childlike face
Extinct as a separate
After
Is tired and cold and kind of want to sleep
And the courage to laugh.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Now I have grown
Childhood
I live a fun life
Laugh every day, can not control
Really can not control the laughter
And is a very sad sad
Come together and sometimes different
I believe that I was desperate
I just do not want to
I have nothing to live apart
I was a complete
I'm happy
And I am sad
I do not pretend
I know how to keep the action alive
Shaking his head
Say
Shaking his head
Avoid infringement of other people's ideas you
Shaking his head say
And a smile is
To say things and people
You should look to the touching
Love
Accept or give up the things and people
I am me
Do not mind
When I need ideas
Companionship
I call them
They come
I have to say that I like
I lost the other
Now I have grown
Concept has also grown
But they are still concepts
The concept of beauty
The concept of the ideal
I still laugh at them
They wait for me
To take revenge
I want to eat
One day when I was tired
I am also a corner of a forest
Waiting for them
I want to cut their throats
Cut off their appetite.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Cloud
I want to do my knitting and sheep wool with me
Gray lamb
He does not harbor suspicions that a large sheep
He also is very small
She is also very small
But something inside her, as old as the World
She has
Know how bad things
Such as
One should guard
She looked at her sheep and lambs
She wanted to cry
He is like me
She said
A bit sad and a little bit merry
Then she laughed
Rain began to fall.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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Wave, Shiwei Ang
- To Wu Shu-pull
Ⅰ
His birthday
His death is
Language synthesis Password
He understood music
He knows how to machine
Mathematics
All technical
And other
Said the reason he was doing things on their own
In fact,
He is to follow your heart
His heart that he tasted a variety of flavors
His heart revealed
He knows life is too
He is too sincere smile
He is too stubborn to live
His heart attack he
He then became silent
And he left his love
He left his friends
Implicated but not lost
Ⅱ
Guinness playing life wave
Like other people for money speculation
Military police and thieves of the game playing
Cheating is not cheating
But as the gentleman
Such as rats and cats
In the days of the bubble years *
Glimmer of happiness
He played trumpet as
Or a broken heart device *
And he was a great gambler
He continues to extend his dates of death
To the next day
Absence of the convicted
He clearly knew that one day
Death will find trace of him again
Guinness playing life wave
And with her Qinmi
He loves this
Love, as he likes
Unfortunately, for a genuine deserters.
* Waves Guinness? Weiang (Boris Vian), famous French writer and jazz musician, writing fiction, poetry, plays, reviews, translation, sing, compose, play movies, playing trumpet. He was born at 二 ○, the 1959 suddenly died from a heart attack.
* "Bubble days" (L'ecume des jours), is the wave Guinness? Weiang masterpiece. The novel's ending is: mice to commit suicide, ask a friend to help the cat: the cat population of mouse head stuck in the pavement. Pedestrians through, stepping in the cat tail, cat, mouth together, the mice were killed.
* Broken heart device (Creve-coeur) is a novel wave power Shiwei Ang created in a killing apparatus.
(Jean-Marie Schiff, Sui Xian joint translation)
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