outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Sylvia Plath
Giant Statue
I can not piece together your integrity, and
Patch, paste, together with appropriate bonding,
Ming donkey, pigs, and indecency of the explosion is called,
Issued from the lips of your giant,
Barn next to the open space than even worse,
Perhaps you promised to God, self-Yu,
Or the deity worshiped by the deceased person or the voice,
I toil in three years
Silt from your throat to the international eradication,
I can not see how many smart,
Carrying pots and disinfectant sol climb stairs
I crawl like ants only in mourning
Your rambling eyebrow weeds
Incomparable to repair the immense gold-plated skull, clean
Tombs like that whiten your bare eyes,
ORG Tia derived from the blue sky
Arched over our heads bent, oh, Father, ah, you alone
Plenty of ancient Rome, such as market,
I opened the black top of the hill cypress lunch
Your bones and good groove Shao messy hair
Impose on the horizon, old anarchist,
It may need more than tough blow lightning
Order to create such a ruin,
Better at night, I squat in your Dayton cornucopia
Left ear, far from the wind,
Deep Purple number with vermilion stars
The sun rises from the pillar of your tongue,
And the shadow of my days with each other,
'm Not going to listen to the sound to find the keel of the rolling Kau
Parking space in the stone pier,
Fen Zhang Ling Translation
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Edge
This woman is perfect, and
Her death
Body with a satisfactory smile
The outcome of a Greek tragedy
The folds of her dress is sewn on the Magic
Her naked
Feet as if to tell
We come from afar, and now arrived and
Each dead child curled up like a pot of White Snake
Each of which has a small
Already empty milk cans
It is their
Into the embrace of the hug, like roses
Close the petals in the garden
Turn cold light of death
From the sweet, deep overflow pipes in the fragrance.
The moon is no longer sad sad
Fired from her Ningdi sutures.
It has been used to this kind of thing.
Slowly drag the black dress, rustles.
Zhao Qiong, island sub-translation
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Winter tree
Moist dawn, blue-black blue-black water during melting.
Fog Tree paper in the suction group
Painting looks like plants -
Memory is growing, overlapping circle around,
A joint series of wedding.
Do not know the abortion and resentment
Than women, true,
They seed so effortlessly
Taste the wind is not long legs
Bust immersion History -
Covered with the wings of another world.
At this point they are the Leader (1) are.
Ah, the mother leaves and sweet
Who is Jesus as the Virgin Mary mourning?
Turtledove their shadow in the choir, not help the drowned their sorrows.
1972
Zheng Min Translation
(1) profit to be transformed into a swan by the rape of Jupiter.
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Words
Ax
In the strike cut the growth rings of wood, after
And the echo!
Echo scattered
Away from the mid-point, like a horse.
Juice
Emerged, such as tears, such as
Springs trying out
The mirror to fix it
The stones on top
Falling, rolling,
A white skull,
Swallowed up by the soaring green.
Years later, I
They encountered along the way ---
No depletion of the main words,
Horseshoe unremitting
At a time
Stars who are from the end of the pond
Govern the kind of life.
Mung bean Translation
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Elm
I know the bottom, she said. I use a huge taproot Discovery:
This is what you fear.
But I'm not afraid: I've been there.
You heard from me, but the sea sound
It discontent?
Or the sound of nothing, that is your madness?
Love is a touch of shadow.
You cry lying behind it.
Listen: This is Tiyin: it is remote, like a horse.
Mercedes-Benz the night I will so, hysteric,
Run straight into your head stone, your pillow into one small racetrack,
Echo, echo.
Or should I give you the sound of poisons?
Rain, and this huge silence.
Which is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic.
I have suffered the atrocities of the _set_ting sun.
Directly to the root of anxiety
I red filament burns out and still adhere, a mass of wire.
Now I break into pieces, sticks flying everywhere like.
So fierce winds
Must not bear to look on others; I have to scream.
The moon was equally merciless: always cruel
Drag me, I have not children.
I stabbed her glare. Maybe I'm tripping her.
I let her go. I let her go.
Atrophy and flat, like experienced a dramatic surgery.
The case to grab your share my nightmare.
Crying to me for _set_tlement.
Flutter out every night
With its hooks, to find things worth loving.
I was terrified that something dark
It lay in my body.
I can feel it all day soft as feather flip, it's disgusting.
Clouds drift by.
Those are the faces you love, those pale, not regain it?
Me because of these rather chaotic state of mind it?
I can not further known.
What is this, this face
If so brutally kill branches? ─ ─
It is the acid anion hissing snake.
Numbness of the will. These are isolated, the fault of bradycardia
Sufficient to _set_ people to death, dead, dead.
Fen Zhang Ling Translation
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Rival
If the moon smiled, she will like you.
You can also leave a good thing
Memory, but has gradually flooded out.
You are both great borrowed light.
Condolences to her mouth round the world; you are indifferent
Masterpieces of the talent that you created all things with stones.
I wake up in a tomb; you are here,
Giggle sound of stone on the table fingers, looking for cigarettes,
As the ulterior motive of the woman, but not the kind of nervousness,
When you say some incredible dying words.
The moon is also the humiliation of her subjects
In the daytime it is absurd
And your resentment, at another level
Through the mail slot and timely arrival with love
White and black, such as carbon monoxide as valuable.
From your audio, no day without incident
Perhaps walk in Africa, yet thinking about me.
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Fog goat
Into the white mountains among
And the stars
Looked at me sadly, I disappoint them.
Breath left the train trip,
Oh, shuffles the
Ma, rust,
Horseshoe, sad tone ----
Morning getting dark,
A whole morning,
A flower is gone,
一片 children caught my bones still in the distance
Field melted my heart,
They threatened me,
To me through to a no
Stars, the sky without a father, a pool of black water,
To be translated Peng
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July, poppy
A little poppy, a little fire of hell,
Do not you hurt?
You flicker, I can not touch you,
I put both hands into his fire, and what did not burn,
I am looking at you like blink
Amid weak, wrinkled, red, just like human lips,
Just flow through the blood on the lips.
Bloody skirt!
I can smell some smoke,
Your containers of opium and where you disgusting?
I wish I could bleed, or sleep! ----
I wish I could marry that kind of trauma lips!
Or infiltration of your juice to me, in this glass container,
Make slow, calm,
May be it is colorless, colorless,
To be translated Peng
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Ferry Lake
Black lake, black boat, two black paper cut out people.
Where the black tree water going?
They must have been out into the shadows of Canada.
Lotus leaves light leakage around a star,
Let us rush through the lotus:
Flat round leaves, the old advice in making sinister.
The next piece of the blade on the roll from the cold world,
It is with the spirit of the black fish also do so.
A pale hand lifted off stump farewell;
Lotus floating between the stars in the open
Siren is so deadpan, did not turn you into stone?
This is a unique soul of stunned silence.
Zhao Yiheng Translation
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People who wear black
There, three red
Seawall to the sea of gray
To take over the pushing and sucking
Push to the left, wave
Release the fist in the face of
Kashima prison that dun
Cape barbed wire enclosed,
The right side of neat pen
Sheds and livestock forage,
The March of the ice in the rock
Smooth as a mirror pool,
Snuff-colored sandstone rocks
Overlooking the stone was covered with a long sand spit,
Each time the tide was sweeping over the water,
And you, from the white stone
Between, to go out, pass the
Matte black coat, black shoes,
Black hair, and finally you stand still
As the distance the tip of the island that does not move
Vortex, the stones, the sky
Solid riveting it all together.
Zhao Yiheng Translation
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Express mail
The word snail leaves plate?
That is not my, do not accept it.
Acetic acid sealed metal tank?
Do not accept it. That is not true.
A gold ring, which has a sun?
Lies. Lies with pain.
Frost on the leaves, clean
Pot, talking, the rattle to ring
In the nine black Alps
Talking to myself on the summit.
The mirror of a chaos
Sea shattering its gray -
Love, love, my season.
Zhao Yiheng Translation
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Ai Lier
Yongzhi into darkness.
At that time, nothing can
Rock cliff collapsed, and the distance dyed blue.
God's lioness,
What we grow,
Hoof and knee pivot
Track run over, own sisters
Kiss me unattainable
Brown neck.
Black eyes
Is the shedding of dark berries
Hook -
Sweet bloody red one big mouth,
Ghost.
There is something else.
Me hanging in the air -
Thighs, hair,
Out of my heel avalanche landing.
White
Goddess; I was stripped naked -
Hand of Hell: Death in advancing.
Now
I spilled sweat to Medina:
A ripple in the ocean waves Yan.
Child's cry:
Assemble into the walls are.
I am the arrow,
Dew transpiration
Forces in the expulsion of suicide:
Magic red:
Eyes: early morning bear the blame.
Zhao Qiongdao sub Translation
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Morning song
Start your love, like a chubby gold watch.
Midwives on the soles of the feet pat, you cry no hair
_Set_ all things in the world, accounting for a place
We are the voices echo, amplification of your arrival. The new statue.
Museum in the windy, your naked
Cast a shadow over the safety of me. We stood around the wall usually blank.
Seepage under the cloud a mirror, reflected his own
Gradually disappear in the wind in the hands of the image
Cloud is more like me than your mother.
Night, you breathe like a moth
Between the monotonous flashing red roses. I wake up listening:
My ears have a distant sea.
A cry, I rolled out of bed, cow-like heavy,
Dressed in Victorian-style pajamas covered with patterns.
Open your mouth, clean like a cat's mouth. Square window
White, engulfed the dim stars. And you now
Audition hand over the notes you
Crisp audio and video balloon-like rise element.
Zhao Yiheng Translation
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Munich female models
Perfect was awesome, but not fertility.
Breathing cold snow, filling the source.
Such as yew, where nine snake dance.
The tree of life, the life of the tree.
Month after month, empty their exile moonlight.
Blood flood is the flood of love.
God's victim.
It means no more idols but me,
You and me.
And sulfur in their beautiful smile
The female model to commit themselves in Munich tonight
The morgue is located in Paris and Rome, the
They unabashedly naked in fur, the
Orange silver hanging branches.
There is no tolerance, lost soul.
Snow petals black cast.
Around is not deserted. In the range of hotel
A pair of hands to open the door, down shoes
Enter here for a box of shoe polish
Plump feet will disappear in the morning.
Well, these fenestrae in family life,
Baby shoe, a green candy,
German intensive band in their sleepy St.
Black head_set_ on your fingers
Gorgeous brilliant light shining
It flashes, melting
Silence, Xuelawusheng.
Zhao Qiongdao sub Translation
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You are
You are a clown, and you grasp the god of destiny,
Walking in the stars, the moon rock skull.
Liansai like fish, a common organ
In the destruction of the beeps.
Spool wrapped around his camel,
Like the owl, was net in the dark.
Silent, like an idiot Festival June 4 radishes,
Oh, it rose high up, my little bread.
Mist, looking much like the cruise.
Its far more than go to Australia.
Back to the map books, we are full of travel experience kuruma shrimp.
That the waves toss, and we like brothers,
The shad tank like salt.
An eel fish Lou, full of ripples.
Excited like a Mexican bean.
Yes, as the source of a well dug.
A clear memory, Caribbean now face.
Zhao Qiongdao sub Translation
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Letter in November
The love of the world
Suddenly changed color. Street
Rush was the end of the line through the mouse.
Lotus opened at nine o'clock in the morning.
This is where the North Pole.
Arctic almost black.
Brown silk soft grass, such as baby hair.
A green in the air flow,
Long to drape on my body,
Sentimental, so I whole body swell.
My face because of shyness and hot.
I may be broad and wide, I think.
But I was so stupid to happiness,
My Wellington,
This wonderful red crushed brilliant.
This is my mettle
Twice a day, I wandered on the grass.
Enjoy the fragrance of its attractive
Ferocious-green shrub with a clean
Fan-shaped, tough to grow.
I love
Old decadent moldering wall.
I love the mottled history,
Golden Apple
I guess -
My seventy trees
Support golden red sphere,
The dead in the gray cloud of liquid in the.
Yellow leaves litter countless films,
Such as paving gravel gasped.
Oh, love, oh, lonely,
No one else but me
My journey into the wet.
Can not be won gold scorching the blood opened mouth
Sucked into the sap wood, the color strong.
Zhao Qiongdao sub Translation
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Daddy
You can no longer do so, and then can not,
You are the black shoes
I like the legs, in there
Pale, poor, suffering under three years
Not dare to sneeze, not out of gas.
Dad, I should have killed you,
I have not hands you die -
Marble-like heavy, a bag of the gods
Ghosts of the statue, a toe gray
Fur seals, as Free as large as the Skoda
Atlantic as a strange head
Where sea water to throw on the blue bean sprouts
Nao Sai River in the beautiful outside water.
I used to always ask you back to life.
Ach, du,
Said the German, then Polish city living
That is war, war, war
The roller rolling flat town.
But this is too common names
My Polish friends
Said that as many as one or two dozen.
So I never know
Where you live, went to where.
I never talk to you talk
Tongue stuck in the mouth,
Thorn in the installation of iron stuck in the trap,
inh, inh, inh, inh,
I never tell.
I think that every German is your
This language is too dirty
Like an engine, an engine
When the Jews generally my pleasure.
Go Dachau, Das Wizz, times Mickelson Jews.
I began to like the Jews, the general conversation
I can be a full Jew.
Tyrolean snow, white beer of Vienna
Not simply untrue.
My gypsy ancestors, my strange fate
Taylor's my card, my Taylor's license,
I sort of like the Jews.
I am always afraid of you,
You have the Air Force, you have the military chamber,
Your manicured beard
Your sub-Li-An eye, bright blue,
Armor, armor, oh you -
Not God, but a word
So dark, the sky can not pass through.
Every woman worship fascists,
His face wearing boots, brutal
Savage heart, long in the beasts, like you -
You stand next to the blackboard, daddy,
I have your picture,
A long crack on the chin, not feet,
But you are still the devil, better than
Poor black people that wear a half hours, the man
My lovely red one bite in half.
I was ten when they buried you.
I have twenty years of age die intention of
Back, back, back to you,
Even if you have become bones of the dead.
But they pulled me from the bag,
Glue stick me.
I made you a statue,
A black man, face like "Mein Kampf"
Thumb of a tiger bench and fans.
I said I confess, I confess.
So daddy, I finally ended.
Black root cut telephone lines,
Sound can not crawl through.
If I kill a person, is equivalent to killing two people -
That vampire, he is you,
He sucked our blood for over a year,
Some said explicitly, has for seven years.
Dad, you can now rest in peace.
Your fat black heart abacus too full,
The villagers never liked you.
They step on you dancing
Your feet, they are completely clear.
Daddy, Daddy, you bastard, I conclude.
Zhao Yiheng Translation
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Lady Lazarus
I tried once,
I am ten years
Try again ----
One kind of magic and miracle, my skin
Shiny, like the Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
Is a paperweight,
My face did not facial features, a
Jewish fine linen,
Opened the piece of napkin
Oh, my enemy
I awful? ----
Nose and eye holes, two rows of teeth?
Sour odor
Will one day disappear,
Is grave to devour
The body will quickly return to
Me, and soon;
I am a smiling woman
I'm only three years old,
I am like a cat with nine lives
This is the third
Will destroy every ten years
A waste!
One million fibers!
A group of people chewing peanuts
Squeeze of view
They stripped my hands and feet ----
Strip will be a grand,
Ladies and gentlemen,
This is my hand,
My knee,
I may be only a thin bone,
But I'm still old woman with a woman,
The first occurred in old,
It was an accident
The second is my intention
To dry out a hall, do not want to go back,
I'm shaking, tightly closed,
Like a seashell,
They call call ah ah,
Pick insects out of me like sticky pearls pick,
Dead
Is an art, like all other things.
I do it very good at
I feel so dry that death is hell
I do feel really dry to death
I guess you would say I inflicted some kind of mission,
Particularly vulnerable to death in a small room.
Particularly vulnerable to death, motionless,
This is in broad daylight
Dramatic return,
Back to her place, back face, the original cruel
Interestingly, shouting:
"A miracle!"
He defeated me.
People rushing
To see the scars on my face, people are rushing
In order to listen to my heart ----
It really went,
People rushed up and a lot of people rushing
In order to have a word or touch
Or a few drops of blood
Or my hair or my clothes,
Ye Hao, doctors, Mr.
Ye Hao, the enemy, Mr.
I am your work,
I am your valuable,
Melt as soon as screaming
Gold baby,
I twisted, burning,
Do not think I underestimate your care and concern,
Ashes, ashes ----
You stick a finger in, moved a,
Meat, bones, without a trace ----
A bar of soap
A wedding ring,
A gold in the stuffing,
Mr. Lord, Mr. Devil,
Be careful
Careful,
I dressed in red hair
Rising from the ashes,
Cannibalism as air to breathe,
To be translated Peng
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Applicant
First of all, you our kind?
Do not wear you wear
Glass eyes? Dentures? Crutches?
Strap? Hook?
Rubber breasts? Rubber crotch?
Or just stitching, no make up missing? No? No?
Then we can try to give you one?
Do not cry,
Outstretched hand.
Empty? Empty. This is the hand,
Just filled. It is willing to
End to the cup, rubbing away a headache,
You want it to do it all dry.
You marry it?
Warranty Warranty
It is dying when you turn the lower lid,
Dissolved sorrow.
We salt into new products.
I noticed you naked,
You see how this suit -
Black, a little hard, but very fit,
You marry it?
Impervious, playing is not broken,
Fire prevention through the roof of the bomb,
Do not worry, make sure you wear this dress when buried.
Now look at your head, excuse me, empty.
I have a ticket for your choice.
To, ah, well-behaved small Bi, Congguizili out
How, do you think?
Like a piece of paper as the beginning of nothing
Twenty-five years into silver,
Five years into gold.
A living doll, with how you looked.
Will be sewing, will be cooking,
Will speak, talk, talk.
Is of much help, do not go wrong.
You have a wound, it is treated,
You have eyes, it is image.
Boy, this is the last resort.
You can marry it. Marry it. Marry it.
Zhao Yiheng Translation
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Love letter
Hard to tell you to bring changes.
If I live, the past is tantamount to death,
Although, like stones, like interference,
Used to rest.
Do not you just stepped on me an inch, not ─ ─
Not just call me Kongmang little eye
Once again raised to the sky, of course, do not expect,
To understand the blue, or stars.
Not the case. I fell asleep, so to speak: a
The black rock black rock disguised as a snake
Cracks in winter white ─ ─
Like my neighbors do not like
Thousands of carving the perfect
Cheek, ever melts down
My cheeks of basalt. They are overtaken by tears,
It was Angels for the monotonous cry of nature,
But not convinced me. Tears freeze.
Each wore a dead head mask of ice.
Bending the fingers like I slept on.
I first saw the thin air
Rising from the dew drops locked
Crystal of such wizard. Many rock
Heap, together with a straight face rings.
I do not know how to explain.
I am light, peeling, spread
Pour yourself out like a normal fluid
Birds and tree stems in the foot group.
I were not fooled. I immediately recognize you.
Trees and rocks flash, no shadow.
I mean long as transparent as glass.
I like the buds in March Drainage:
An arm and a leg, arm, leg.
Stepping stones on the cloud, thus I climb.
Now I like a god
Floating through space in the renewal of the soul
Pure as the ice sheet. This is a godsend.
Fen Zhang Ling Translation
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Life
Touch it: it is not the same as the eye to shrink.
The scope of this oval, clear as a tear.
Here is yesterday, last year ─ ─
Palm lily buds and clear the vast Colour
No wind in the knitted tapestry.
Lightly pressed into the glass with a nail:
It will be banging chimes like China, as long as the air a little Move
While no one in between looking up or willing to answer.
Residents are as light as a cork;
Everyone endlessly busy.
At their feet, the waves bow in single file,
Testily never break:
Stay in the air,
Received short reins, scratching foot forward as Review field horses.
Overhead, clouds were decorated with tassels sitting luxury
Such as the Victorian seat. This family
Valentine-like faces are to please the collector:
Looks real, like the good china.
Comparison of simple landscape elsewhere.
Lights continuously cast down, dizzy.
A woman into the shadow of the traction ring
Around the bare, hospitals saucer.
Like most of the moon, or a blank paper
Like a mysterious assault suffered.
She still alive.
With nothing like the bottle of the fetus,
Abandoned house, the sea level pressure as a picture
Her multi-dimensional body can not enter.
Sad and angry, has been rid of,
To go by her.
The future is a gray gull
It sounds like a cat with a muttered to leave, leave.
Age and fear, like nurses in general, to take care of her,
A drowning man, complained that the extreme cold,
From the sea over again.
Fen Zhang Ling Translation
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Mining BlackBerry
Trails are empty, and empty, empty apart from BlackBerry,
Blackberry plants on both sides, although the right side of the majority,
The path of a Blackberry, winding down, the sea
Somewhere in the end, put berries from the waves
As big as my thumb, dumb as eyes
In the dark hedges, the swelling
By purple juice. They are a waste of these in my finger.
I begged a bad idea this sister by blood; they must really love me.
In order to adapt to my bottle, they will flatten both ends.
Red-billed black crows from flying overhead, noisy flock ─ ─
Wind swing in the air burning residue of the paper.
They are the only voice in protest, protest.
I think the sea is impossible to appear.
Tall, green suffused with red prairie, as lit from within.
I came to a blackberry bush, abundance of mature trees have become flies,
They put blue green belly and wings hanging screens in China.
This feast of sweet strawberries to make them dizzy; their belief in heaven.
Sub a corner on to the end of strawberry and trees.
Now looking forward to the advent of the only the only the sea.
The valleys while the wind hit me at first,
It unreal clothes slapped in my face.
These can not have salty sweet green hills.
During my sheep along the path forward. Lead the final bend I
To the north of the mountain, with orange on the rocks
For the empty, empty space in addition to a large
Glowing white, and noisy, like a silversmith
Naughty hammering and hammering the metal.
Fen Zhang Ling Translation
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The advent of bee box
I ordered this, this clean wooden box
Parties such as seats and almost no heavy lifting.
I would put it as a dwarf's coffin
Or a square baby
If it were not so noisy inside.
The box is locked, it is dangerous.
I have to spend the night with it
I can not stay away from it.
No windows, so I can not see inside.
Only a small iron bars, no exports.
I put the bars on the eyes.
It is dark, dark,
Gathered a group of people think of African slave labor
Small, cowering waiting for export,
Black overlap, anger upward climb.
How can I release them?
It is this noise, I was most scared
Incomprehensible syllables.
Like the Roman mob,
Humble, were arrested one after another, but my god, together!
I listen to furious Latin Fuer.
I am not a Caesar the Great.
I just ordered a box of crazy.
They can be returned.
They can die, I do not have to feed them, I am a buyer.
I do not know how hungry they are.
I do not know if they'll forget me
If I open the lock and back to stand in a tree
There are gold chains flowers, pale yellow double line of trees which,
And the cherry petticoat.
They may not leave me immediately ─ ─
Wearing clothes, wearing a black veil of moonlight.
I am not the source of honey.
How they may turn to me?
Tomorrow I will be a kind of god, but they are free.
The box is a temporary place here.
Fen Zhang Ling Translation
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Bees
Some people in our town shooting ─ ─
Dull bang, bang in the streets on Sunday.
Can provoke jealousy killing
It can create a black rose.
Who shot them?
Blade out for you
In Waterloo, Waterloo, Napoleon,
Elba hump camel's back in your short,
The frost, which guided the sword of light
Piles, the said Hush!
Hush! These are the pieces under you,
Ivory still image.
International peristalsis muddy in the throat,
France, a stepping stone soles.
Pink gold-plated dome of dissolved and Russia falling
In the furnace of greed. Clouds, clouds.
The case of riots and escaping bees
Seventy feet above, in a black pine tree.
It will be shot down. Bang! Bang!
It is actually silly to the bullet is the thunder rumbling.
It thought it was the voice of God
Pardon dog nose, paws, grin ─ ─
Yellow hip, a violation of the rules of the dog,
Ivory and bone against its blanket laugh
Like a group of dogs, the dogs, like everyone.
Bees have to fly so far away. Seventy feet high!
Russia, Poland and Germany!
Gentle hills, the same old purple
Crepe field shrunk to a screw
Penny river, river blocked.
Argue with bees in their black ball,
A flying porcupine, the body covered with thorns.
The gray hand of people dream of standing on their
Hive, the crowded station
There the train, and faithfully follow the arc of steel,
Away from the station stop, but not leading to the end of the kingdom.
Bang, bang! They fall
Collapse, fall into the ivy bush.
Two-wheeled chariot, riding from the great Imperial Army ends here!
Red rags, Napoleon!
Final victory badges.
Colony was shot into the hat askew.
Elba, Elba, sea, air bubbles!
Officer, Admiral, the generals were white bust
Crawling with their own embedded shrine.
It is so much a means of education ah!
Silence, body stripes
Since the mother decorated with the French company's decorated decoration Ship folded forward
Fall in a new tomb,
Ivory palaces, ya fork of the pine trees.
Gray hands of people that smile ─ ─
Businessman smiling, full of reality.
That is simply not hand
But the asbestos containers.
Bang, bang! "They should have killed me."
As big as a thumbtack in the bee stings!
Bees seem to have the concept of honor,
A black, tenacious mind.
Napoleon big Yue, he is very satisfied with everything.
Oh Europe! Oh, a ton of honey.
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Mystery of who
The sky is the sickle of the mill ─ ─
Unanswered questions,
Flashing, flying flies intoxicating
Intolerable bite kiss
Panasonic smelly in the summer night sky womb.
I remember
The smell of rotten wooden huts on the sun,
Hold tight sailing, narrow salty shroud.
Once people see God, are there any remedy for?
Once caught in hardship
No part of the residual,
Not a toe, a finger, and the depletion
Completely exhausted, burned in Lieyang a spit, in the
Extends far from the ancient church, a stain, the
What remedy for?
Holy Communion on the tablets,
Death waterside walk? Memory?
Or rodents before
Pick up fragments of Christ, the bright,
Fresh flowers gentle, who
─ ─ want easy to satisfy the low
Hunchback in her little hut clean
Clematis spokes in the bottom.
Is it only moderate, there is no great love?
Sea
Do you remember the person walking on it?
Significance since the molecules fall.
Breathe in the city's chimneys, windows dripping with sweat,
Children jumping on the bed.
The sun in full bloom, it is geranium.
Heart has not stopped.
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