outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Paul Valery
Beach Cemetery
This piece of pigeons on the roof of calm waves.
It burst through pine forest and the grave, throbbing and bright.
Just "noon" in there with flame woven
Sea, sea, ah always start again!
What a reward ah. After some reflection,
Finally able to look at the quiet overlooking the gods!
The formation of micro-diamonds and more foam to the numerous
Consumes more deep fine effort lightning,
How deep is like in the blend to create the quiet!
Rest in the sun over the abyss,
Purely as a permanent cause of labor,
"Time" is flashing, the "dream" in enlightenment.
Stability of the treasure, pure Minai Fu Temple,
Quiet like a mountain plot, reserved for the head can see,
Supercilious water, ah, the water wearing the "eyes"
Watch for more sleep in the sink under the fire curtain,
Ah my silence! ... ... Soul buildings
But only see the million-watt _set_ into the dome, the roof!
"Time," the Temple, all in all to sigh,
I climb, I adapt to the pure vertex,
Central Guda Hai, not my vision of the marginal,
As I was the highest deity offerings,
Vast Lining Mu flash, vertical height,
Broadcast a glimpse of heaven and earth above the contempt.
Exposed to the summer solstice, the whole soul of the torch,
I dare to face you, amazing piece of Guanghua
Let's just not afraid of you heartless lever!
I said the clean return to the original position
Kam you from it! Back light ... ... and this play,
Will move back to the deep occult half.
As the fruit became a comfort to melting,
Just as it is to disappear into the mellow
Relying on the shape of its mouth to die
I suck the smoke of my future,
The sky was described to me the soul of dead
Tangible career singing into a fan ring shore.
Beautiful day, really the sky, how I become!
After much conceited, after many years
Strange idle, though energetic,
I actually committed the very few in this wide Guanghua;
The residence of the deceased passing on my ghost,
As it drove me to the light step, and wander, wander.
Ah, for me, for me, unique to the
Close to my heart, almost poetic as the source of
Between empty and pure of all actions
I am waiting for the echo, reason inherent Hong-li,
(Bitter, loud and clear but dark pool,)
Sounding soul and the future is always empty.
You know, you catch the Gulf for the virtual branches,
Actually eat these thin, bars,
Any time I feel the mystery of glaring eyes closed,
What is pulling me lazy body end,
What is the lead head resting place I visit?
Where a star pro so I do not want to.
Filled with invisible flame, closed, holy,
This is a piece of land dedicated to the bright,
Torch _set_ up a column of high column, I like this place,
Here is the stone intertwined, shadows moving to and fro,
How many pieces of marble in the number of shade on the shaking;
Faithful to the grave of the sea plexus leaning my sleep.
Excellent faithful dog, the idolaters go!
I, the Lonely, with a shepherd Xiaomao,
Here the mysterious leisurely grazing sheep -
I have these quiet graves, white tablet, such as forests,
Those wary of the pigeons away.
Those curious about angels, floating empty dream!
People, the future is full of lazy Italian,
Cicada Cagua a crisp dry land,
Everything burned, destroyed, reduced to ashes
Why Cheung into a pure essence ... ...
Intoxicated to disappear, life is long,
Into a bitter sweet, mind clear and bright.
Safely buried in the tombs the dead to rest,
Review by the land, dried the body mystical.
Height of the "High Noon", motionless in the "High Noon"
Soar from within self, self-shining ... ...
Sound mind and perfect crown,
I change you inside the secret factors.
I was the only one you play your fears!
I regret and restraint, my worries,
Magnificent gem that you place the crack! ... ...
But ah, marble, deep under the night,
There are hazy crowd, close to the roots.
Had gradually accepted the abundance of your success.
They have melted into a pile of empty,
The soil absorbs red white kind,
Life turned into the flower to the talent Shu Fang!
The deceased then idioms, personal style,
Each with a grid of clear thinking, now what?
Woven silk worms in the original orbital limit Chung tears.
The women were deeply moved by the screams from the funny,
Those bright eyes white teeth, those wet eyelashes,
Kind of like playing with fire charming breasts,
Meet with aroused lips face blush.
The final gift, with your fingers to ward off the light,
Property of the dust, reduced to an illusion.
And you, great soul, but must a mirage
Without clear blue and gold with here
This illusion is caused by the naked eye color?
You can also sing endless vanish?
Too! All over! I also have a gap exists,
Sacred, too, will never be anxious.
Phi emaciated and black gold of the "immortal"
Laurel crown wearing comfort odious hand,
Will be the death of magic into the arms of a loving mother,
Beautiful mirage, piety trick!
Who will not see through, who deceived -
See this pair of empty skeleton, listening to this timeless joke!
Deep elders, lost household head,
Who was always such a spade shovel load of soil,
Is land, and hear us through,
Really big gluttonous, the worm does not fall contest
Not for people buried under the stone you all,
It will rely on life and life, and it never left me!
Love? Perhaps for my own hate?
It is a secret with me always close to the teeth,
What name to call it will be appropriate!
Cares! Look it can be, it would like, to touch.
It is like my meat, it will follow me to bed
Subordinate to it just because I live this life!
Zeno! Cruel Zeno!伊里亚齐诺!
You use an arrow through my solar plexus,
Although it shake, the fly, but do not fly!
Chord ring that I was born and arrows to kill to make me!
Sun ah! ... ... The soul of turtle under the impact of multiple,
Aji Li does not move, despite the full use of the Scud!
No, no! ... ... Up! Continue into the future!
Ah my body! Smashed the form of meditation!
My mind, ah, the wind reminder of the new drink!
Yes! Natural disasters, given the mad delirium of the sea,
Stained leopard, cape on the blooming brilliant
Sun thousand, thousand Guiqi image
Absolutely strange sea snakes. Blue meat for your enchanted
Still in the White Dragon mouth, you 鳞鳞 flash tail,
Stir up the surface like a silent a clamor.
Windy! ... ... Only try to go one way!
The sky opened and closed the air in my book,
Dare the waves splashes from the crags to fly into mouth!
Fly it, the pages of dazzling!
Into the crack it, wave! The sea used to hit and split the sky
This piece has white sail roof pecking calm.
(Bian Zhilin translation)
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Pomegranate
Micro-crack the hard shell pomegranate,
Factor grain full and Zhang spoke up;
Like a wise mind that
New thinking by their own broken head up!
If the sun on your grill
Slightly split pomegranate O
With a refined pride,
Open your ruby into that divide,
If your dry skin that gold
Unable to bear the powerful breakthrough
SPLIT laden juice of ruby,
This brilliant break
Make me dream of my soul,
Just like a pomegranate with this mysterious structure.
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Song of cylindrical
Wonderful columns, wearing
Crown decorated with the day,
Ah the birds really dotted
Walking in the plume above.
Wonderful columns, ah
This spindle orchestra!
Each gave concordant
Dedicated their silence.
"What leads you to
So high, the same glory? "
"The desire to flawless
We focus on the beauty. "
We firmly believe that singing ah
We support the Sky!
Ah lonely voice of prudence
Sing for the pair of eye!
What a pure hymn!
What a loud voice -
This is our hand-foot-transparent
Strike from the clarity!
Cold, was the dawn of gold plated,
We got up early,
We chisel with a sharp knife
Carved lily looks like!
The crystal from our bed
To wake us from slumber,
Cold metal
Claws, carved with us.
Comparable to that for the moon
That the moon and the sun,
We polished polished
The same as the toenail.
The maid will not bow down,
Those who do not appreciate a smile,
The girl in front of us in the foot
Legs feel the same good.
The same pious associates,
Below the nose in the headband,
Our rich ears
Deaf, the burden of the white.
In our eyes on the church,
Always dark, and not light
There is no God we go
We worship the divine!
Our old youth,
Dark skin, hair shadow
Is so absolutely fabulous,
They consist of math was born.
Golden's daughter
Law and health due to days of strong
God of a honey-colored
Nap upon us the name above.
He comfortably sleep during the day,
We have a day dedicated to him,
Lying on the high platform of love,
Tide in our brow calm.
Immortal sisters, they
Heat half the children cold half of the children,
We are recognized as the dance of God,
Breeze and the withered leaves.
Those tens of centuries,
The dead crowds
This is a deep "in the past"
---- Over the past is always enough!
Under the rose of our love
Heavier than the weight of the earth,
We cross one day
---- That wave like a stone!
We have time to walk,
Our splendid body
Walked indescribable pace
Leaving traces in the parable ... ...
Rollo Translation
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To Platanus
Dana wrote to Andrea Fung ----
Platanus you a huge, curved, naked and laid down their own,
White, such as the young Scythian,
However, by the appreciation of your innocence, your roots are
Attracted to the power of this earth.
In the shadow of echoing, once you take away
The same blue sky, become so calm,
Oppression of black mothers born just pure TV drama
Root on it, the earth heavier and heavier.
That the amount of your drift, the wind does not need to inquire;
Soft and dark land,
Platanus ah, never let your shadow
Surprised its stride!
This only leads to his forehead shining with a glorious ladder,
Fen sap that is excited to make it;
You will grow, ah innocent, but do not make
Eternal bond breaking open!
Imagine you have a different kind of creatures around,
Linked together by water snake;
Do you have many similar, from pine to holly,
From Willow to Maple Maple,
They were to seize the dead, that disheveled roots
Into a mixed ashes,
Felt flowers to avoid them, and they have wings sperm
Fall into the light of the rivers.
Pure poplar, elm daughter and four young girls
Composition of beech,
Always kept on hitting off a paradise
In vain to put on the branches.
They live separately, they cry in lonely isolation, the
Are mixed together
Their silver body, in their birth
Cracked in vain.
When they breathe the soul of the night and slowly
Intuit fly Alfred Luodi
Virgin will sit in the silence that shadow,
Shame the whole body burning.
She was surprised, his face pale attributed to their
Indicates that the gentle,
It is, by a young face and turn to the future
An existing body ... ...
However, you, your body is more pure than the animal body,
You make them in the gold surface or sink,
You caused evil spirits in the day,
Making the dream of sleep.
High multiplication of the group leaves, Jiaozuo commotion,
When the piercing north wind around
Whistling in the golden top of the winter sky, the young
On your harp, ah sycamore,
Boldly groan! ... ... Ah you are flexible wooden footer,
Will loosen and tightened
You never complained and did not crack, where you put the wind in the chaos
Find the voice to give them!
Whip yourself! Martyr impetuously as if it
Tear open their own skin,
To argue and flame, but no power left
Sumo Fan Shen and torch!
This hymn may be born of the birds sing,
The purity of the soul may
Will dream of a flame on the leaves and trunk Linshao
Due to shiver in fear with hope.
Gardens residents strong, I put you _select_ed
Indulge in your sway,
Because the sky inspire you urging you, ah huge bow,
Answer it, use your words!
Ah, a wood are lovely rivals, could
So lonely poet touch
Your body was shiny, like he was caressing
Horse gorgeous legs! ... ...
"No," said the tree. It said: "No!" With it that
Flash of haughty forehead,
Overwhelming from the storm shook it,
Shook like a leaf!
Rollo Translation
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Snake (excerpt)
Eve, I once met her,
Indulge in thoughts she was born,
---- Lips slightly open, leading to heart,
There are germinating in the mind rose was born.
This is the perfect person in front of me,
Filled with gold, her broad side,
Not afraid of the sun, not afraid of people;
Dedicated to the sweep, but after the breeze,
Still numb with her soul,
The threshold as if in the flesh becomes Zhizhong.
Ah, completely true happiness, you are
---- Just such a beautiful prize
To give good and the best
All concerned about the soul!
They are directed to your lips,
That's enough, if you want to sigh over!
The most humble submission is the most poor,
The most difficult is the deepest wounds ... ...
And I, you have been touched by me,
Even the vampire who did not dare to violate your edge!
Yes ah, clusters of green leaves from my place
Ecstatic as the snake bird
The TIME of my nagging
That cunning web of confused knitting,
Dumb beauty, I drink you,
Quiet, clear, heavy charm;
I, secretly restrained himself,
Looked at you that burning the golden fleece
Your necks, like mystery, full of
All actions of your secret!
I like the atmosphere there,
Thinking like a ray of aromatic,
How can cunning from
Depth be measured one by one!
I disturb you, innocent,
Physical desire never know it,
I did not threaten you, it is
You dizzy in a strong light!
Soon you will be my all, I assert,
The tone has changed your mind!
(The simplicity of such a magnificent
Significant consideration to pray!
Her clear gaze,
Stupid, Jiaozuo, supreme happiness,
Carefully guard this lovely city!
Know that we are creating opportunities,
The face of this most unusual art,
Moved this pure heart!
This is my strength, this is my prey!
Is my means to achieve my intentions! )
So, let us use the dazzling
Filaments, woven with a thin net
Eve is so beauty, so serene,
Potential danger make her stumble down!
Under the pressure of the screen, which captured
Captured material of the skin in the trembling,
Used only toward the blue sky! ... ...
Tissue do not know who the trick,
The power line, though invisible,
But better than the style of my knitting!
Gold-plated, gold plated with her tongue, ah,
You know, with the most sweet words!
With those who suggest, fables, ingenuity,
After carving the silent one,
She can use all the damage of some kind:
As long as she can meet, or lead to
She lost my snare,
Obediently to that slopes up,
To that the deep blue of the pond.
Which streams are coming from the sky!
Ah, what kind of unmatched words,
What kind of wit, I did not put
That incredible ear
Hairy secret palace!
I think, and what did not lose;
From the heart hesitation, everything has been!
Indeed victory! If I say
The wealth of the soul under siege,
A bee is like a Corolla,
Never leave the golden ears!
I whispered to her: "Eve, there is no
More worthy than the divine words believe it!
A recovery of wisdom, will overcome
Mammoth Ju Wu, from the ripe berries!
Do not go to watch the old pure existence, hate it
Abruptness of the verbal abuse that hurt!
Woven into your mouth is only a dream;
This dream was the desire to suck the juice,
This gay is just a rainy day, ah,
Eve, this is sweet eternity! "
She swallowed a word of my words,
Language constitutes a singular building;
Her eyes sometimes make angels fall,
And back to my room branches, but lost in there! ... ...
Is the most stupid animals, they
Tease you, make you so embarrassed,
Ah, mourning treacherous woman
Green leaves only one voice!
---- However, this seriously, our Eve,
She listened to him under the shade of trees!
"Spiritual," I said, "is a luscious lies
For all the wistful heart of Chi was being detained,
You can feel the love this roundabout ----
It is where I steal from the Father come?
I had it, the essence of this paradise,
To be more sweet than honey,
Gentle and considerate, orderly ... ...
Take this fruit of it ... ... to your arms up and more!
That you desire to pick, the
Your lovely hand will give it to you! "
What kind of lashes beat out the silence!
Under the chest in the dark, what kind of breathing
Caressing the trees shadow of fear!
In addition, as the pistil in the blink eyelashes!
"Blow the whistle it! Whistle!" I sing it!
I felt waves of trembling,
I was so clever a long whip,
I experienced all this tumult in:
They roll rolled from my crown on
Greenstone, until the danger to lose control!
Guardian god! Ah, long anxious!
Finally, the time finally came,
---- A step to the new knowledge,
Burst out from the jump barefoot!
Breathing marble, gold stooped!
Ocher and golden amber chestnut bottom
Trembling on the edge in sports! ... ...
It staggers the great old bottles,
Promise of escape from it there, away,
And it seemed speechless! ... ...
You may get the pleasures of the town,
Concessions it dear, give way it charm!
Then change your desire for change,
Around the tree of death, indicating
Figure, connected to each other like a chain!
Do not come of it! Let the pace of vague,
Thick like rose petals! ... ...
Dance, dear! Ideological exile!
Here, paradise is the reason,
Illustrates the ins and outs of things!
Ah, I greedily watched hot mad to
(Though this is a poor pleasure)
So pure and fresh in the back,
All disturbances due to the disobedience! ... ...
Its essence has been multiplied
Cleverness and hazy fantasy
Then the wisdom of the trees are tremor,
It was made with the image Peng,
It was a huge body immersed in the sun
Rocking, rising from a charming dream!
Trees, huge trees, the shadow of heaven,
Tree tree irresistible,
It's weak, and the marble,
Pursuit of the delicious juice,
It deep into the maze,
There are clinging shadow crawling,
They disappeared in the eternal
The glorious dawn of the sapphire,
The disappearance of sweet, if the breeze, or smell,
Or if that is the destiny of the pigeons.
Singer ah, ah, the deepest
Drinker secret gem,
Fantasy snake birthplace
Eve thrown into the dream of a serpent;
There was great curiosity-driven,
Still growing, in order to better understand
Response to the call of the highest branches,
It is the most pure gold in the lift that you
Rigid arm, and your vague branches
On the contrary, toward the deep excavation.
You can shut out the endless,
It is always accompanied by the growth of you,
From the grave where your dwelling,
Make you feel the full power of knowledge! ... ...
However, this failure of the old fans, in that
Yellow and dry leisure under the sun
Bending the body, coming to your branch, the
In that silence of the night, the stars of Man,
He was lying on the eternal problems in
Eternal problems ---- the end of his ... ...
Rollo Translation
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