outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Henri Michaux
Letter
I was very clear the country to write to you, I am from a country wrapped in a dark coat you pick up a pen.
So many years, we are still alive, living in the lower half of the flag tower.
Ah, summer, summer in the drug!
Since then, memory is always mired in the day, stalled.
Catch the fish on the hook very miss water, incomparable to miss, this is not very difficult to natural?
The highest point on the hillside, spears Dangxiong penetration,
Since then, life never become life, that moment of breaking the temple door.
We asked each other, I do not know what to do, we who do not know more than anyone else.
This man happened, that person find any, all of them distraught.
Calm is gone, more durable wisdom better than breath,
Tell me, who suffered a cheek three arrows can pretend nothing had happened?
Some people have been killed away, some people in prison, hunger, exile and misfortune in the sink.
Such as the saber through our cold, dirty and sinister are coming among us.
In this land, and ask who can afford the joy kiss?
I meet with wine, is a poem, a woman I meet is a poem, heaven and earth meet is a poem,
But we hear the poem has paralyzed our grasp.
Great pain can not sing, arts such as jade stripes abruptly discontinued,
Clouds drifting, rock-like clouds, peach-like clouds, and we like drifting clouds, filled with painful force in vain.
We do not like the day, it's terrible roar, and no longer love the night, it is surrounded by anxiety.
Wan Lai Jiaoren sink only, no trace of people to rely on the sound.
Our lives like we face pale and tired.
Things are very heavy, the night is also heavy, but the emphasis be?
Ten million stars were not bright according to a bed. Wise not to know that they vehicle and Britain, with the wheel and turn.
"Keep its own on its own?"
Do not presume, while the lonely house can not exist independently in the parrot island infested, fall in the despicable Xianchuyuanxing.
Pure no longer just to reveal the stubbornness and hatred.
Screaming in the fall when exposed, in the ghostly dodge in the exposed. But the great, it never appears.
Secret passion, Farewell the truth, the silence of stone, was assassinated by the pain cry,
We freeze all but a rest and a burning zeal combined. Our way is the lost dog in the road.
We did not recognize themselves in silence, the sound of the cry have never, in the cave, in the stranger's gesture.
Remain indifferent to the wilderness, the sun does not have care.
According to our own, in the death of the mirror, the seal being desecrated the mirror, the mirror in the blood, broken glass in a warm and down the middle, in the
Dirty mirror in public humiliation.
We return to the source of turbidity.
pierre Translation
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I write to you in a distant country
1.
Here, she said, once a month out of the sun, the light is also fleeting, even better a few days ago we started to wait and see.
But to no avail. Merciless weather, the sun is so mean to punctuality.
As long as there is sunshine, we have to hurry worked hard the entire world affairs, so no time to stare at each other.
Only a hurry to wait for night to fall in love, however, dwarf has been born, brought trouble.
2.
When you walk in the countryside, she continued to talk to him, may be encountered on the way some big entity.
Those mountains, one day you can only bow down to them.
Resistance is futile, since you can not move forward, or even only hurt themselves.
I say this not to hurt you. If you want to hurt you, can talk about others.
3.
Here dawn dark, she still said. In fact, is not the case previously. We do not know who to blame.
At night, animals crying like a long whistle. We are full of sympathy, in addition what can?
Eucalyptus Hong haunt us: peace is a blessing, but unable to protect us, do you think it can really protect us?
4.
Say the word again, or just a problem.
Your kingdom is also the flow of water it? (I do not remember whether you told me) it makes cold shiver, and if indeed
This?
Do I like? I do not know. Water when we are so lonely. Hot water, but are other kinds of taste. How? I
How to choose? How would you choose? Tell me frankly, how to open their hearts to each other?
5.
I write to you the end of the world. You have to understand. Groups of trees are always shaking. We collected leaves. They have complicated the meridians
Amazing. Is for what? They no longer have any connection between the tree, and whom we do not have to worry about.
Life in the world there is no wind to continue? Or, everything can have no choice but to tremble, round, non-stop?
There are even those in the house hidden in the distance, walking towards me as subject to anger, as the harsh lives, it
We extract a secret from you.
We have seen nothing, except those who can ignore the micro-mustard.
Nothing exists, and we tremble. Why?
6.
The women here are throat tightening. You know, although I was very young, and some more time in the young, with my
With them too. What does this mean? No doubt one of the terrorist.
In some other time, just as I told you, we are more young, so full of fear. This may have been chaotic
Exploited. Some might have said to us: "See, we have to bury you. That the time has come." We wonder:
"Indeed. Tonight we will really be buried, as they have solemnly pronounced."
Then we can not fully run away: out of breath to reach the end of a rushed piece of trench, no time to say a word, no
Breathing.
Tell me, what lies behind all kind of secret?
7.
Often, she also complained to him, the lion come and go in the village, they have no one else to walk. If we do not pay attention to them,
They do not pay attention to us.
However, if seen running in front of a young woman, they do not intend to apologize for her impatience, no! They devour her on the spot.
So they often parade around the village, doing nothing, or in other places they just yawned.
8.
Since long, long time, she confessed to him, we have been fighting with the sea.
Extremely rare, sea blue and gentle, and even can be considered happy. But that never last. She had the smell of leaking
All, the smell of decay (if not her bitter.)
Here I should explain the whereabouts of the waves. This complex was terrible, and that sea. . . I pray you, trust me. Do I have to
Deceive you? She was not just a word. She was not just a fear. She was there; I swear to you; people often face
Her.
Who? Why, us, and we see her. Her from afar, and we are fighting, threatening us.
You can come see her yourself, you will dumbfounded. "This.. I..." You do not know how to speak, but she
Shock and awe.
We stand shoulder to shoulder watching her. I understand that he will not be afraid. Tell me, there will be the day?
9.
I can not leave you, when there are concerns in mind, she said, the lack of trust. Should I speak to you on the sea. But obstacles remain. Tide
Surging, but not her. Listen, do not get angry, I swear to you, I would not dream of cheating on you. She is like. Whether
How high a mighty force, a little sand in front of her Lema. How she good at it. She yearned to be a step forward, but
This is already the whole story.
In the future, perhaps, one day she would have taken that step.
10.
"We are besieged by ants as never before," she wrote in the letter. They nervously full push dust. They told me
We have no interest.
Who will not lift head.
Their societies have the highest possible closure, even if they looked out of doors collapsing. Those who thought the strategy,
What priority. . . Not important. . . They only care about one another. . . No matter where.
So far we have not looked up to an ant. It would rather be crushed.
11.
She then wrote to him:
"You can not imagine what the sky is not personally see you can not believe it. So now, that... But I do not intend to
Tell you their names immediately. "
They are aggressive, occupies nearly the entire sky, but light without objects, they are so huge, but only the weight of newborn babies.
We call them clouds.
Indeed, the water from them, but not from compression, or blow. This is useless, they are in fact nothing.
However, they are so perseverance and away the long, broad, and deep space, they range upon range of peaks, the ultimate success
So a few drops of rain falling, yes, is water. And we actually do whole body wet. We run in rage because the humiliation of the prisoners;
Who do not know when they will be handouts that the dots; often than not, they are still a few days but nothing moves. So we sit at home
Waited in vain.
12.
This country where the lack of education against the cold. We know nothing about the truth, when something happens, we know what to do.
This is of course time. (You there, like this?) That you must arrive early; understand what I said? As long as
A little bit ahead of schedule. Do you know the drawer flea story? Yes, of course. Do not you think that this is true? I do not
Know what to say. When can we meet again! ?
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