outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Tomas Tranströmer
The secret of the road
Sunlight falls on a sleeping person's face.
His dream of a more vivid
But he did not wake up.
Darkness falls on an impatient
Walking in the sun light in the middle of others
Person's face.
Suddenly the sky turned dark as a shower.
I was standing room to accommodate every moment - the Butterfly Museum.
Sun is still strong as ever.
It was impatient of the brush is painted the world.
董继平 Translation
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Rut
Two in the morning: the moonlight. Outside the train
Field stop. Much of the town a little spark
Flash on the horizon suddenly uncertain coldly.
When a person go so deep in a dream
When he again returned to the house on the occasion,
He would never think of him there.
Or when a person go so deep disease
The day that he suddenly turned into some of the flash of sparks, bees,
Weak and cold on the horizon.
Completely stationary train.
Two things: a strong moonlight, the stars sparse.
董继平 Translation
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Half-finished heaven
Pessimistic interrupt their trip.
Pain interrupts their journey.
Condor interrupt its flight.
Look out the light surge,
Even the ghost of some drink.
We see the sun painting,
Our studio's Red Ice Age animals.
Things began to look around,
We walk in the sun hundreds.
Everyone is leading to a suitable
Each person's room, the door half open.
Infinite ground under our feet.
Water, shining in the trees.
Is a land of lakes and embedded windows.
董继平 Translation
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Elegy
I opened the first door.
This is a sun lit the large room.
A heavy car passing on the outside
The porcelain tremble.
II I opened the door.
Friends! You drink some dark
Become visible.
Three door. A narrow hotel room.
The landscape towards an alley.
The asphalt on a lamp post shine.
Experience, it is beautiful slag.
董继平 Translation
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Last Song
I am like a grappling hook on the floor in the world drag by.
I do not need to seize everything.
Tired of the anger, shiny submission.
Implementation to collect stones, God writing on the beach.
Quiet room.
Furniture in the moonlight in the sudden looks ready to burst.
I crossed the forest empty armor
Slowly into their own.
董继平 Translation
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Overture
wake jump out of a dream
Get rid of the suffocating vortex
Rover landing zone to the green morning
Things burn. He became aware of - with the lark flying
Position - the dense root
That many lights in the ground shake. But on the ground
Green - tropical posture - standing
Holding arm, listening
Invisible pump rhythm. He
Fall in summer, fall
Holes dazzling summer, fall
Tremors under fire in the sun's
Vascular wet green board. So stop
This is a straight line through the moment, the wings open
Osprey's habitat on the jet break
Small Bronze Age
uneasy melody
hanging over the abyss
The morning light, perceived grasp the world
Like the sun, like a warm hand to seize the stone
Rover standing under the tree. When
through the vortex of death
Can have a huge spread of light in his head?
1954
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Gogol
Jacket worn, like a flock of wolves
Face, like a marble fragment
Letter sitting on the heap, sitting
The noise of ridicule and fault trees
Oh, the heart like a sheet of paper blowing cold aisle
At the moment, the sun_set_ like the fox quietly walked this land
Twinkling light weeds
The sky is full of hoof angle, the sky
Shadow-like carriage
Illuminated through the father's estate
Petersburg and destruction in the same latitude
(You saw from the tower)
Wearing a coat that wretch
The frozen streets like jellyfish drift
Here, like the old days surrounded by laughter of the herd
He fell into the claws of hunger
But the herd had entered the zone above the tree growth
crowd shaking table
Look outside, the dark soul of being branded with a Galaxy
Fire your coach to board it, leaving this country!
1954
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Cynical contemplation
Storm fly for wind turbines
Milling in the darkness of the night was empty - you
insomnia due to the same rules
Gray nurse shark is your belly that weak light
Hazy memory sank
Where the stagnation into strange sculptures - you
The algae get the green cane was
Return into the sea when the stiffness
1954
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Morning with inlet
Seagulls, the sun captain, palm with his rudder
Below it is water
The world still sleepy, like underwater
Mottled stone
Can not explain the day. Days -
Like an Aztec word!
Music. I tied
It's tapestry, holding
Arm - like folk art in the
Image
1954
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Melting Ice
The morning air burning of the letters left stamp
Sparkling snow and ice, reducing the burden - one kilogram only seventy-two
The sun is far away from the ice, flying in the warm and cold junction
Like pushing a stroller in the wind and slowly walked
The whole family out in force to see a long absence, the blue sky
We are in the middle of the first chapter legend
Hornets on the coat of the pollen as the sun
Sunshine in the "winter" in the name of sitting on and sat down in winter blanking
The snow still life paintings made me ponder log, I asked:
"You want me to Childhood?" They said: "Go"
Shrubs in the words whispered in the new language:
"Vowel is the blue sky, consonants are black twigs, they are in the snow Talk"
But the roar of the dress to wear bow jet
The quiet earth to grow a hundredfold
1962
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Palace
We walked. The only hall
Empty. smooth floor
Abandoned like a skating rink
The door closed. gloomy air
Picture on the wall. We saw
Inability crowded with images: Turtle
Weights of the fish, the dumb world
The image of those who struggle
A statue is placed in this empty:
A horse standing in the hall of the Central
empty when we were caught
Noticed the presence of horse
Weaker than the roar of a conch
city Xuanza and voice
around this empty house
Clamoring to find the power
There are other things, the dark matter
Their five senses
Stopped the threshold into the quiet sand hourglass
Is the walking time. We
To the horse. It is a great
Black as iron. Emperor disappears
embodiment of power left
The horse said: "I was the only
I got rid of the emptiness in me ride
This is my studio. I'm slowly growing
I swallowed a desolate here. "
1962
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Half-completed sky
cowardly interrupt their journey
interrupt their journey of fear
Interrupt their soaring vultures
of light darting out urgent
Even the ghost of tasting a mouthful
day we draw now
We are the red studio Ice Age beasts
all started looking around
We trooped into the sun
Everyone is half-open door
Leading to a total housing
Expanse of the earth under our feet
Water flashing in the trees
The windows of the lake is facing the Earth
1962
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Historical
A
Day of March, I listened to the lake
Ice blue like the sky, the sun burst
The sun is also a microphone under the ice was whispered
Noise impact, expansion. As if someone in the distance ruffles sheets
It's like history: our present. We sink, we listen
Second
Approximation of the General Assembly as the flying island, collided ... ...
Then: tremors in the compromise of a long bridge
Vehicles will be traveling there, under the stars
Being thrown into the void without a birth
M the same anonymous, under the pale face
C
Goethe 1926, Kidd traveled disguised as Africa, saw everything
Death to see what the truth
a building in the Algerian News
When broadcast. building with black windows
Only one exception: you see Dreyfus
Face
Four
Radical and reactionary living in an unhappy marriage in
Each change, interdependence
As their children we need to get rid of
Each issue shouted in their own language
Please come as police dogs as a place to explore the truth!
V
Woods not far from the house
A newspaper is full of unheard-of for a few months has been lying
It's night and day in the rain in the aging
Into a plant, a cabbage head, and the earth blend
As you gradually become a memory
1966
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Open and close the house
It was designed to experience the world as a glove
Rest during the day while he took off his gloves, put them on the shelves
Gloves abruptly, stretch the body
Filled the whole house with a dark
Dark house standing in the spring
"Amnesty." Whisper in the grass walk: "amnesty."
A little boy was running
Holds a diagonal line invisible sky
His wild dream of the future
Greater than the suburbs like a kite flying
Infinite distance from above can see the blue carpet needles
Where the clouds stood still
No, the fly
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Bookcase
It is from the deceased's house got it. I put a heavy book in front - Hardcover - empty for a few days, empty. I therefore come to put the abyss. Something coming from the bottom, slowly but inexorably rising, like a large column of mercury in the mercury. You can not turn away.
Dark book, closed face. They are like standing on the dividing line between Friedrichstrasse Algerian people waiting for police checking passports. My passport has been a long time ago, and glass boxes together. Berlin cabinets are also inside the fog that day. There is a desperate old, with Parkinson Health Total War and the taste of the Treaty of Versailles. Taste older than this. Black, heavy books - so little to say them - they are actually a passport, thick enough to collect hundreds of years, so many stamps. Would certainly not carry the heavy luggage, in his road, before he finally ... ...
The old historian was there, they have to stand up and see my family. No voice, but his lips kept moving behind the glass, you will think of a old-fashioned bureaucracy (now a ghost story has been eyeing). A building, gold framed glass portrait of the deceased after the hanging, a morning inside the glass covered with Kazakh gas. Portrait start breathing together at night.
But the glass case is more peculiar. Look across the line too! Thin layer of flash, a house must shine light on the film Black River. You can not turn away.
1970
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1966 - Written ice ablation
Pentium, Pentium hypnotic ancient water roaring
The river flooded the waste depot. shining behind the mask
I clung to Qiaolan
Bridge: Death of a big iron bird passing
1973
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Stand guard
I was standing on the heap in order
Iron Age bodies like the noble
Others remain in tents, sleeping
Shu Zhancheng wheel spokes
Stove dominates the tent: a large snake
hissing ball of fire in the swallowing
But the outside: the silent, spring night
Waiting for the light to stay stone cold
Here, the cold. I started
Shaman-like flying, flying into her
Traces of the body with bathing suit -
We are in the sun, warm fur clothing
I roll down the warm moment
But could not stay long
Whistle through the sky, will I recall
I'm crawling in the rubble inside. At this point, here
Tasks: one to the heart to play a serious and even funny
Role - I just
The world to create their own local
Daybreak. sparse tree
Get the color, spring flowers Shuangda
Arranged in a team, quietly walking
Searching for the missing night
But people to the heart to. Wait
I'm anxious, stubborn, confused
The event will take place, they have already happened!
I can feel. They are on the outside:
Road card, the group of noisy people
They can only pass through one after
They want to enter. Why? They
Side by side to enter. I am a chain winch
1973
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Citizens
After the accident the night I dreamed of a pockmarked face who
Life on a String in the alley
Dandong!
Not another - not so walk Robespierre
Robespierre one hour every morning toilet
The rest of the time he dedicated to the people
Heaven in the slogan, the machine in the moral
Dandong -
Or the person wearing the mask he
in walking on stilts
I looked up at his face:
like the moon scar stained
Half light, half in the dark in
Pressed with a weight on his chest, bell hammer
minutes walk to
Pointer rotation: one, two
Tiger cage sawdust distributed pungent flavor
And - as always in a dream - no sun
But the wall is flashing
lane stretch bent
Waiting room, a curved room
Waiting room, where all of us ... ...
1978
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Glade
Lost when the forest to find a piece of open space.
Clearing the forest was wrapped in self-asphyxiation. Dressed in black trunks gray stubble lichens. Tangled trees have been dried to a tree, where only a few Greenwood stroked the sun. Ground: the shadow of the shadow of breast-feeding, swamps in the growth.
But the open grasses of verdant, vibrant. There are many like someone deliberately placed a large stone. They must be the foundation of a house, maybe I am wrong. Who lived here? No one can answer. Their names placed in a no access to the archives (only file is always youthful immortality.) Oral tradition has disappeared, the memory followed die. Gypsies can remember, people can forget to write. Records, forgotten.
Farmhouse ringing voice. This is the center of the world. But residents have died or are moving, the event ended the table continues. It has been abandoned for many years. Farmhouse turned into a sphinx. Finally, in addition to the cornerstone of everything gone.
In a sense I have been here, but now I must go. I sneaked into the bush. I only like chess in the vertical and horizontal jumping horse to move forward. Soon the forest sparse bright up. Steps to relax together. A path quietly came up to me. I went back to the traffic online.
Humming a song sitting on a telephone pole beetle sun. Wings close in flash shield, the delicate, like a packet parachute experts.
1978
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Black Mountain
And a winding road vehicle into, out of the shadow of the mountain climbing toward the sun to the top
We are crowded in the car. The dictator's head was wrapped in a
Newspapers. A bottle passed from one mouth to another mouth
Death birthmark different in vivo growth rate of our
Top of the hill, chasing the blue sky and sea
1978
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Winter look
I tilted like a ladder, face
Cherry tree into his first floor
I was struck by the sun the color of the clock in
I'm faster than the four magpies eliminated the bright red fruit
Suddenly I was hit by a burst of cold distant
Twinkling black
Such as ax marks on tree trunks sit still
All too late. Start jogging lose our face
Down into the ancient sewers
Tunnel. Where we drift for a few months
Half work, half of the flight
Short prayer. A cover over our heads open
dark beam spilled
We look up: Star through the sewer lid
1983
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Anemone
1983
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Graffiti fire
Gloomy days of my life light
As long as you love
Like fireflies light up, off, light, off
- Vaguely, you can track them
That winding road under the olive trees in the night
Dark depression days of the soul, withered
But the body straight to your
bray night moo
We stole the milk alleys crowded universe
1983
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Street in Shanghai
1
White butterfly park only read by many people
I love snow butterflies only fly if it is the truth of the iceberg
Ben woke up at dawn the crowd rather lonely planet we
Park is full of people. Everyone grows eight exquisite face, to deal with various situations, to avoid all mistakes
Everyone has an invisible face, printed map, "secret" thing
When it is tired, and like the Viper astringent wine, like the fishy aftertaste than!
Carp swimming in the pool constantly, they slept side edge travel
They are a model of faith: endless campaign
2
Noon. Filed out to the bike over
Washed clothes with the gray fly winds. Please note that both sides of the maze!
I was surrounded not read the text, I am a full illiterate
But I pay what I owe, and what are the invoice
I saved so much unrecognizable _set_ of invoices
I am an old tree, covered with the leaves will not fall!
Sea breeze rustling of these invoices
3
Step on people wake up at dawn rather lonely planet we
We are all on the deck of the street, like the deck of the ferry as crowded
We will be going? Cups be enough? We _set_ foot on this street because of the deck and feel happy!
This is the cabin fever was born a thousand years ago
Everyone here has a cross behind it flying after us, beyond us, and we combine
Something behind follow us, watch us, and whispered: "guess who he is!"
We looked very happy in the sun, while the blood was flowing from a hidden wound is more than
1989
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Gold Homoptera
Slow missing limb lizard, that was not the foot of the stairs lizards along the doors to mobile
Ningmu dignity, like a snake the Americas, but of different sizes
The sky was densely overcast, but the sun broke through the clouds. Is the case during the day
Morning, my wife broke up the demons
Dark storage room in the house as the Southern door open, light flooding back
Cockroaches Jianban to Jianban to Cuanxiang corner, the wall
Disappear - you see they did not seem to see -
My wife naked so get rid of the demons
As if they never existed
But they again returned
Pick the wrong nerve with that old-fashioned phone line a thousand and one paw
This is July 5. Lupine stretch the body, as if they want to watch the sea
We are begging the church, where there is no religious text
As if the bishop refuses to forgive the face, carved in stone on the wrong name of God does not exist
I saw a TV preacher speak leak a lot of financial resources _set_
But now he is very weak, must rely on bodyguards, a
Cut fine, tight smile, such as muzzle of young people to support
a choking cry smile
Abandoned by their parents of a child in a hospital bed, crying
Sacred to touch someone, lit the flame
And then withdraw leaving
Why?
Flame provoke a shadow, shadow dancing whiz
And the black fire and the rising integration. Smoke spread to the Quartet, black, choking
Finally, only the smoke, and finally only the pious executioners
Executioner pious people to the square tilt
Him in the rough surface of the mirror to see their faces
Biggest zealots largest skeptics. Which he knew nothing about
He is an ally of both
One hundred percent exposed to the other to sell the body disappearance
I most hate is the "one hundred percent," the word!
Those who can only stay in their positive
God's people who never go
Those who have never the wrong door, and get a glimpse of "face not tell" people
Farther away from their best!
This is July 5. The sky was densely overcast, but the sun broke through the clouds
Slow down the doors to the lack of stairs lizard limb movement, Ningmu powerful, like a snake Americas
Slow Lizard missing limb as if there is no official
Golden Idol does not exist if Hymenoptera
Lupin as if "one hundred percent" does not exist
I am familiar with the depths, where the man is master of both the prisoners
As Parr West
I often lie stiff grass
I see the earth enveloped the earth dome
Often, it is half of life
But today, my eyes dropped
I began a journey of blind
Discarded his black bat, the bright sky in the summer flying
1989
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Night of the page
May night, I by
icy moon landing
Flowers dark
But Fangxilvcui
I followed the color-blind night
Pilgrimage to touch the slope
White stone
Transmit signals to the moon
Fifty-eight years a wide
minutes long
Time
My back
Place away from the leaden waters
is another shore
And rulers
Those who use the future
Make alternative child face portrait
As do children, a great shame
If caught sacks head
The sun shines bag eyelets
Well you heard the cherry tree Yin
But to no avail, then a huge shame
Wrapped around your head, chest, knees
occasional activity your body
But not because of the spring and the joy
Flash hat, let it blindfolded you face
from the inside looking out
Ripples in the Gulf at the silent crowd
Dark green leaves to the earth
1996
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Baltic Sea
A
In the era before the advent of radio antenna
Grandfather had just become a pilot. He recorded the lead in the calendar over the vessel -
Name, destination, draft
For example in 1884:
Steamboat captain of the Tigers 16-inch Hull Rowan, also Sèvres, Jinsong Strait
Sail Ships Ocean captain Sandy Anderson 8-inch, black Nansha, Jinsong Strait
Fort St. Petersburg Captain steam turbine trees 11 inches Site Dan, Fort, Sha Hong Kong
He led them out of the Baltic Sea, walk through the maze of strange islands and the sea
They met on board, was carrying the same boat
A few hours or a few nights
To what extent they are familiar with?
Communicate in English with a misspelled, understanding and misunderstanding, but there is little fraud
To what extent they are familiar with?
Under foggy weather: a half-speed, channel blurred. Cape strode out of the stealth of a world, in close proximity
Whistle every minute whining, staring at the unseen world
(His head is filled with that maze?)
Time passes by tick
Memorized hymn-like reefs and islands
"We are here" feeling was firmly Chuaizhuo, like someone
Do not splash a drop of water to fill the tank Chuaizhuo
Look into the cabin
Life like a combination of machine people soft bounce at work, steel acrobats floated from the kitchen smell like
II
Wind in the pines, walking, whistling, when light weight
This is also the Baltic Sea island of whistling, deep in the forest like in the middle of the wide sea
Whiz old woman hate the sound of a tree. Her face became dark when the wind blows up
"We have people for the sake of the ship!"
She heard the whistling sound of something else, like me, we are relatives
(Walking along the front. She was dead for three years)
And non-wind is whistling, misunderstanding and understanding
Wind whistled three healthy, a nursing home and two dead children
Strong convective wind blows some of the flame of life, but also blew out some flames
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The wind is whistling: Save me, Lord, the water broke into my life
I have a long walk, listening, arrived where all boundaries are open or vice versa
Everything into the boundaries of the premises. An open space of a darkness
From
Construction light emission bleak. Noise
A gust of wind, drought has become open to re-up of static
A gust of wind, whistling tell the other coast
Witness to war
Citizens have been telling those who control the place where the construction of ideological security door
Conversation between friends became a real test of friendship
When in control. That wandering eyes staring at the edge of what conversation: a dark material, stain
Something will break in
Destroy everything. Do not let go of it, look!
It can be compared to what? Mine?
But mine is too strong, almost too calm - because
In our story of mine are on the coast to end in joy, fear is eliminated in a timely manner
Such as the beacon period of history has been recorded the ship: "Autumn 1915, and everyone awake at night", etc.
Mines a boat to the buoy was found to secretly touch
It fell, float, sometimes hiding after wave, sometimes like a spy in the crowd there
Crew horror, tummy, mine with rifle fire. In vain. Finally, they sent out a boat
With a long rope tied to mine, and carefully took a lot of effort before you get it onto the specialists
It was later mines a huge shell and the Caribbean conch ornament on the sand between the plants
Sea breeze dry pine forest in the distance to walk, which rush past the graveyard of the sand
Tilt of the tombstone, the name of the pilot
This dry roar
From the open door, the door from closing
C
Gotland Island in the dark corner of the church, there is a sandstone baptismal font
The mold was covered with a mild - the twelfth century - the name mason
Also, like the mass graves in a row
Flashing teeth:
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---------------------------- Name also. His sculpture
Here, leaving the tube in the other: people, out of the stone image of the
Good and evil in the eye pupil in the nuclear blast
Black Lude Si sat at the table: fried cock dancing, shouting: "Christ is born!" - Waiter was killed -
Boy born in the next, is the size of a string of monkey face, surrounded by the faces of helpless
Dragonscale the sewer filled throat
By seeing them echoed the footsteps of pious
(Memory, than to see a clear picture
Most clearly when the baptismal font in memory when rolling forward slowly rotating)
There is no safe haven. Everywhere is dangerous
Was, is now
There have only peace, no one saw the jar in the water
The surface Shasheng thunder jar
Come bit by bit quiet, perhaps in the night
Of course, we ignorant of
Or drip in your time in the hospital
People, animals, pattern
No landscape, pattern
Mr. B, my exile lovely travel partner
Lorne had just been released in Iceland, he said:
"I envy you. Naturally I was bored
The landscape of the people, made me more than memorable. "
Here is the view of people
A photo taken in 1865, stopped at the Channel steamer pier
Five people. A woman wearing a light-colored panniers, like bells, like flowers.
Men like the play the supporting role of civil
All handsome, indecision, and is being erased
They quickly landed. They were wiped
A species of old-fashioned steamship -
A long chimney, sun shade, narrow hull
A complete stranger ship, a UFO landing
Photos on other things is amazing but true:
Water ripple
The other shore -
My hands again, dabbling the rough rock
I could hear the roar of pine
So close. This is
Today
Very real waves
Now, years later. Waves coming from the deserted place
Rock beat
I walk the shore. Overtaken by events
You must be greedy, but with many people talking, your wall is very thin
Everything has a shadow thrown on the new shadow on the
You can hear them in the dark footsteps of mopping the floor
Night
Strategic Planetarium in rotation. Shot in the dark gaze
Night sky is full of numbers, they are deposited
A flash of cabinet
A furniture
Where there is a kind of energy, half-hour of farmland will be able to eat all the air in Somalia
I do not know that we are at the beginning or at the final stage
Conclusion is that the can not do something whimsical conclusion is
Conclusion is kind of pulling grass Man -
(See Encyclopedia of superstition:
-------------------------------- Man pulling grass species
------------------------------------ Manifestation of plant
Uttered when pulled to shriek
Instant Zaidao people. Dogs can be ... ...)
IV
From lee
Close-up
Seaweed. Kelp forest shine in the clear water, they are young.
I would like to emigrate there, lying in the reflection in the straight. Sink to a depth of
- Seagrass supports the weight of its own with the bubble, as we use the idea of carrying their own
Ant clam fish. Originally wanted to become a butterfly, but the success of the third, hiding in plants, but dragged up in fishing nets, gill and vulgar wart entangled network -
Them off his hands, the sparkling sheen of mucus
Rocks. Insects in the warm sun of the lichens on the fly, such as climbing, they are as anxious as the second hand. Pine trees cast shadows, walking slowly like a clock, the time in my
Body stood still, it has infinite time, has forgotten all languages, invented "endless" time required
Shelter can hear the growth of aquatic plants: underground low weak drums, some one million gas fire hissing roar, hear the grass is so even
At the moment: water, there is no door, the more outward
The more wide open borders
Baltic Sea is an expanse of calm and sometimes the roof
Well, one might naively imagined things would climb down from the roof, trying to untie the rope flag
Trying to rise
Piece of rag -
Surface wind mill smoke that was sun baked white, enough to become a banner for all
That is far from Liepaja!
V
July 30, Gulf straying from the norm - the first time jellyfish met here over the years, they emerge one by one, calm, gentle, they are
A shipbuilding company in the same: "Jellyfish." They drift with, such as sea burial, after the flowers, put them out the water, they will immediately lose their shape
, Change into a ball dead sticky block, like a can not describe the truth has been retrieved rather lonely. Yes, they can not be translated, they must stay in their own
The element
August 2. Want to express something, but the words do not agree
Some things can not express
Aphasia
No words, but perhaps there style ... ...
Sometimes you wake up at night to the nearby paper, newspaper of the iceberg
Some words dropped rapidly
(Meaning to the word light!)
But the morning: the same word empty, graffiti, said wrong
Perhaps that style of huge fragments of the night has drifted dies?
Music came against that man. He is a composer, to be played
Business, to become Dean of the School of Music
But did not last long, his trial by the government
His main complaint of students who are classified as K
Said he had threatened, demoted, exiled
Reduce the punishment after a few years, his return to work. To his honor and the trial is no longer surrounded
But the music still, he continued to work with their own style of writing
The time he became a live spectacle of Medicine
He do not understand the lyrics of his own composing -
The same way
That the chorus in the wrong team
We express our own experience
Seminar held on the death of several semesters, I do not know me and students to participate in the seminar
(Who are they?)
- The last one left, the silhouette
I stood, hand on the door, and to the Housing Qiemo
Wall full of life
(Children are not in their own house - something that I feel safe that they live in fear)
August 3. Outside the wet grass
Greetings from the Middle Ages soon shuffling walk: a snail
Eat only once a snail's monks exquisite pale yellow snail cultivated
Dragging a rickety house back - yes, Francis sent here
Collecting stones, burning lime, the island became their 1288, sponsored by King Magnus
(Common people / present will of the heaven)
Forest fell to the ground, the fire burning, lime into the monastery's buildings ... ...
---------------- Sister snail
Stood quietly in the grass, two to be drawn back
Sticking out, harassment, hesitant
It is much like searching for the me!
The wind blowing for a day care -
Most remote island on the number of grass has been cleared -
Lie quietly on the island. Flame straight matches on end
Painting the sea and forests darken the same time
Even non-story is also infected with the black shade
"Every summer, the last one." But against the late summer night life
This is just an empty phrase
Sewing machines frantically stitched cricket
Close to the Baltic Sea
A lone pair of faucets from the rose to stand up
Knights of the sculpture was shocked. Taste of water with iron
Six
Been forgotten in the history of my grandmother before: her parents died young
The father died first. When the widow was the disease claimed her life will be when
Will whine to go home with her daughter, Central households, wandering from one island to another island, "who is willing to adopt Mary!"
The other side of a strange house Harbour host to them. They have money
But the money does not mean good heart. The mask of charity rupture
Mary's childhood die prematurely. She was freezing cold day to doing unpaid maids. Many years
A long way seasick boat, the dinner table strong Muslim terrorist, facial expressions,
Crunched the fish sticking in your mouth: Thank you, thank you!
----------------- She did not look back
But it is seen that the "new"
And take hold of it
Out of the cage!
I remember her, I leaned forward to her
The moment of her death (transition moment) the issue of a thought
Away - year-old children - in half an hour before the clock struck already know what happened
I remember her. But another yellow photo
It is a stranger -
According to clothing and photographs taken in the middle of last century
About a three-year-old man: rough thick eyebrows
Face to my eyes
Whisper: "I'm here."
But who is "me"?
No one remembers. No one person
Pneumonia? Isolation?
Once
He evaporation in the lake behind the green that stopped the stone slope
Eyes were blindfolded bandage was
Here, the dense shrubbery behind - the oldest house on the island?
A heavy crude shelter of low gray wood two hundred years old ship library
Modern brass locks lock it all inside
And refused to stand up like a husband bovine Ye Ye shining on the hoop
Shrink the wood so much. The old wooden roof lying in disorder
(The original design through the years has been the rotation of the earth be destroyed)
It makes me think of something else ... ... I'm here ... ... let me see: that is the old Jewish cemetery in Prague
Here, when people live closer than that. Stone, close, close
So much love to be circled! Graffiti with a strange language that lichens of wood
Is a poor ground stone Islanders, standing and fallen stone - wooden
Array due to a wave, a gust threw the fate of his own people here and endless blinking
Translated by Li Li
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