outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Dimitrij Sergeevic Mereskovskij
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I would like to but can not love people:
I was a stranger in the crowd;
Distant green forests and desertification silent grief
I feel closer to than a friend ... ...
I cry listening tirelessly noise of leaves,
Looked lifeless until dawn the night
Sweet but I really want to weep silently
As if the waves are my sister, the wind is my brother,
The barren land is my dear mother ... ...
Can be and my life, neither waves nor wind.
I'm afraid I do not love anyone for life,
Is my heart is bound to be a dry well? ... ...
Oh God, please give me strength, I love a love my brother!
1887
Translated by Zhang Bing
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Kids night
Staring
Gradually pale to the east,
We - the children of sorrow and night
Looking forward to the Prophet appeared.
We feel the unknown
With hope, even death
Also that the world is not made difficult immersed.
Our words, muddy without fear,
But the death has long been destined
A prelude to the total death came too early too early
The pace of the spring but sluggish.
However, in the deep dark night
Let the dead have it,
We are - the midnight crowing of the cock,
We are - cold and early morning.
Our mantra is to groan;
In order to create new American
We want to break all the rules
We want to break all the dogma.
We are unable to meet the temptation
We are the mediocre mouth jokes,
We are the altar
Devastated, already Simie last point where the ashes of Mars.
We stood mountain overlooking the lower bound
We are the children of the night we look forward to,
We can see the light like a ghost,
And in ten thousand light eternal life.
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Once the rose silently die,
Once the stars gradually vanish,
Severely impact on the waves in the rock
Lian rays on the occasion of the figure has vanished -
This is the god of death - but never struggled;
This is the god of death - its beauty is so moving,
It gives an attractive rest ---
This is the benefit of the best gifts of all things natural.
It is the messenger of God, people, uh
Fast Road to its death to ask it,
To learn how to smile, gentle but strong Yen
To meet their end, and no grudge.
1883 "Silver Age Russian poet," Volume I on page 34
Translated by Zhang Bing
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Church sings: "Jesus is risen";
Concerned heavy, but I do, my heart in silence ... ...
The world is full of blood and tears
The altar dedicated to this hymn
Only makes one feel unworthy.
If Jesus is in our midst,
We saw this glorious era to what extent,
See how the brothers hate each other
To see how much people have been humiliated,
If Jesus is in our magnificent church
Heard at first hand "the resurrection of Jesus," the tribute,
He would cry in public wail
Tears of pain, such as injection!
... ...
1887
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Blue sky
It fit me and I do not believe
The so-called charitable people the world:
I measure the scale of life different,
My scale is the United States, it does not involve profit function.
I believe the sky of blue,
It is beyond the reach of mortal sky.
It is the only eternal, and so simple
Is so mysterious, like death.
Sky like a leaf in a storm in the quiver
It is love of all things, but also for all the heartache,
Oh, Oh, can not seek the sky
His face wearing the eternal smile.
Oh, heaven Oh, let me be such a person
He was in the secular world, but from the sky,
His light all things, fair and pragmatic,
He and like you, will million inclusive.
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Weariness
I do not pity myself.
Oh, God, Oh, all your gifts, and I all take delivery,
But sometimes I feel, what joy, what pain
Even life and death - and there is no distinction.
Quiet life, Tian Ran to die -
This is my last joy.
No matter what is not worthy of pity,
Do not have anything to expect too much.
Pleasure pain does not matter does not matter.
Freedom, love, mercy, were all a hoax.
This is a non-materialistic life, and my heart
Left with a deep weariness.
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Night blindness
I fear you and fear you blind night
Afraid you looked down upon, Oh, you are
Nasty daughter of conscience, you are
Shamelessly, naked night!
You also need a no false modesty.
You had enough of the humiliation of the day to you
Wound, not heal
Lian Yi, also frustrated.
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Happy Thinking
Long without faith, hope and love,
Oh, but surprisingly, my mind was so jubilant!
In the dark, where the moisture in the forsaken gardens -
Even the last batch of flowers, but also the dust on the floor.
1902
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Is my hallowed halls
You actually never interested,
Am I a free man
But like you such a maid?
Is the hardships suffered, is always in vain,
We keep a pair of leg irons to play after all,
Do you hands are tied
Only let me kiss one?
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Depression to name my torture,
The crowd, I'll always be a stranger.
Only in the divine nature being
My heart will be good and pure.
Oh God, I do not need luck!
I came into the world as the respiratory
Your breath of fresh forest
The whisper you hear foliage.
Let it glow, such as pure dew
Tears spilled on the ground it generally ... ... *
Oh God, your words have been passed in my ears:
Well; - open mind!
1890
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Lonely
Believe me: - It can never be
A thorough understanding of your heart! ... ...
Like a container full of water, -
Concerned filled your heart.
When you and your friends with tears, when - you remember -
Maybe you can only
Cup from the edge of your heart
Pour drops of water, then drop to.
In your sick mind
Never sleeping, be still,
In the bottom of your heart and the deepest
You away from all the people.
Other people's mind is alien world,
Not a road leading over there!
Even if you with a heart of love
Can not enter that world.
But deep in your eyes
Something in flash
And me - so far away from -
The Chinese are the stars of heaven Shining ... ... *
Your heart is your prison
And you are poor prisoner,
In love, friendship and all aspects
You will always be lonely! ... ... *
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Winter night
Oh, the cold moon,
Hanging over the fields in the cold!
The former over the winter -
What a silence!
Oh, dark moon,
Ominous blinking eyes ... ...
Surrounded by a vast and silent.
Bare, dry, thin reed of bone Lingding
Bow to the earth, silence ... ... *
That curse the moon's face
Filled with evil forces ... ... *
Morbid, dry, thin reed,
Bow to the earth, silence ... ... *
Crows cry hoarse
Bare trees came ... ... *
Such as the Temple was defiled sky
Shrouded in silence -
And winter on the original
Is silence!
Guilty of the moon,
You full of fear -
Hanging on in the bright snow! ... ... *
1895
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Silence
Often want to enjoy the expression of love hearts,
Can not even say a word,
Only silence, pain and pleasure:
Seems shy but afraid to speak.
Active in your heart beating beside me,
Everything is so extraordinary as mysterious -
Love my heart can not resort to words
Because it is a terrible secret.
The best feelings of our hearts are often shy and silent,
All things are shrouded in the sacred silence:
When the sea bursts of sparkling waves
Depths of the sea is silent.
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Double abyss
Do not cry for the other side of the nations,
Also, you should keep in mind:
Short-lived life you have had everything
Will have nothing - when you die.
And death, as life is extraordinary ... ...
This side of the world, while a different kind of world.
Where the fear and mystery of a case, the
Whether in the night and day.
Life and death are close to the abyss:
They look similar to each other hearted,
Their mutual hostility and is very close,
Another example of a mirror reflects the general.
One to another to deepen them,
Such as a mirror, and people take
They became one so, on their own will,
Separate them forever.
Evil and good are all the secrets of the coffin.
Secret of Health has two roads,
They all lead to the same destination,
In terms of where to go, all the same.
Meilie Poetry Day Clain Chomsky, 2000, p. 254
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Crossroads
Forget your sad tears
Doubt, anxiety and pain,
Such as a flower, there is no sense of inspiration,
What do not want any.
Did not see anything they hear not,
Just greedy to absorb sunlight,
Is free to breathe warmth Renqing Chun,
Let the sweet tenderness and sweetly flowing.
However, the reverie of sleep but do not want to boiling,
Smoldering with doubt and anguish the chest;
Bleak mind their own destiny ashamed
In exchange for a flower ... lucky ...
I always suspected has been exhausted!
With depression I want to solve these mysteries,
What's good for me to devote itself
And dedication will serve not only gave up all the soul.
When my reverie is not idle fantasy,
Children are not ignorant of the minds,
My reverie is a serious illness caused by pain,
Is deadly and very anxious to Heaven.
I Do not shed reconciliation,
I will not be seeing them away from the terrible truth;
Even I will die as casualties of doubt -
I am I will not lie in any way!
I have tasted all the negative fear
Has not completely abandon the free,
I will soon call the last angry
As a challenge to invest in heaven!
December 1883
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We walk in the way of flowers in full bloom,
We bath with beautiful spring ... ...
If we generally fun and powerful gods,
How broad our lives.
Fear away! ····· Let fantasy,
Not too much to hang on to tomorrow,
To live, to love, we should take all the soul,
Wholeheartedly vote for a strong spring!
Pain and suffering will not make us panic,
Miracle is that our youth
Our cry is a song of victory,
Feelings of grief will be wonderful!
Yes! We, like the gods rule the world,
All the naturally created for us ... ...
Let us follow the road covered with flowers,
Forward, forward, do not need to impatience,
Hello, life, love and spring!
1886
Translated by Zhang Bing
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