outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Edith Irene Södergran
Standing with a candle in the window
Standing with a candle in the window,
It burn
Tell people died in that inside.
Trees spruce trees stand in silence
Around in the fog suddenly stop
A cemetery road.
Screamed a bird
Who is there?
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Dark forest
In the depression of the forest
Home to a sick God.
In the dark forest, how pale flowers
What a shy bird.
Why does the wind whisper full of warnings
Ominous dark road in the dark?
God lying in the shadow of illness
Dream of doing ... ... Toxic
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Nothing the world
I am fascinated nothingness the world,
Because I'm tired of all the world, begging.
Ancient inscriptions in silver moon
I have nothing to describe the world.
In the world of nothingness, we all desire will magically be met,
In the world of nothingness, the chains would have us loose
In the world of nothingness, we use the moon dew
Cool we are wound burns on the forehead.
Oh, my life is a hot phantom
One is I have found that to be me to get -
Road leading to the nothingness of the world.
In the world of nothingness,
I love walking with a brilliant crown.
Oh, who is my love? Night and fog,
Answered with a trembling stars.
Who is my lover? What is his name?
High in the sky, high to lift.
Sink into a human child endless fog
Not get any answers.
But the children of men is only belief,
He put his hand out of the sky.
So there an answer: I was the person you love,
You will always love.
Translated by Li Li
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Nocturne
Soft silver moonlit night
Night blue waves,
No language in the waves
Follow each other.
Shadows falling on the road,
Shore slowly cease weeping shrub,
Giant guarding the coast of the black money.
Endless summer night, the quiet,
Sleep and dreams -
From the sea over the month
White and soft.
Translated by Li Li
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Modern Virgin
I am not a woman, I am neutral.
I was a child, servant, is a bold decision,
I am a red ray of the sun laugh lines ... ...
I am greedy for all the fish is a net
I pay tribute to each woman's toast,
I was lucky and destruction to step
I jump into freedom and self ... ...
I was a man of blood ear whisper
I was trembling soul, physical desire and refusal,
I mark the new park,
I was searching and bravery of the fire,
I take the liberty was only knee-deep water,
I am the fire and water, combined with honest and without limits ... ...
North Island Translation
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The land does not exist
I am eager to land that does not exist,
Because I am tired of all the existing plea.
Moon with the sound of me about the ancient text
Land that does not exist.
Where we met all the wonderful aspirations,
Where we have all the shackles off,
Where we cool down the bloody forehead
Dew in the moonlight.
My life had a high fever hallucinations.
The one thing I found was, there was something for me from -
向那 land with the road does not exist.
Does not exist in that land in the
I love wearing a sparkling crown walk.
I love people? Heavy night
Trembling star answer.
I love people? What is his name?
Sky higher and higher
While submerged in the vast fog of a human child
Do not know the answer.
In addition to a human child, but certainly nothing else.
Its arms stretched out the sky bluer than the higher.
There appears to answer: I love you, forever.
North Island Translation
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Bride
My contacts are small, and I thought the ring
_Set_s in my finger.
All around me on the basis of strange warmth preserved,
Like daffodils that are in a delicate fragrance.
Or tens of thousands of apples hanging in my father's garden,
Their own rounded, mature -
My life is so unpredictable,
Shape and round, plump, smooth and simple.
Narrow circle of my communication, my thoughts ring
_Set_s in my finger.
North Island Translation
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Stars
When darkness fell
I stood on the steps to listen;
Stars swarm in the garden
And I'm standing in the dark.
Listen, the sound of landing a star!
Do not walk barefoot in the grass,
My garden is full of the stars of the debris.
North Island Translation
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Cooling of the day
1
Near dusk the day to cool down ... ...
Absorb the warmth of my hand now,
My hand and spring have the same blood.
Take my hand, take my pale arm,
My weak shoulders to accept the desire ... ...
It feels a bit strange
Your heavy head on my chest,
A single night, such a night.
2
You love red roses
Placed in the womb I'm innocent -
I call this momentary fading of red roses
Hold the burning in my hands ... ...
Oh, look cool ruler
I accept you for giving me the crown,
It bent my head close to my heart ... ...
3
Today, the first time I saw my master;
Shudder, I recognized him immediately.
Now he has felt the heavy hand on my arm a gentle ... ...
I like girls that silvery laughter
My head high where women's freedom?
Now I feel that he tightly grabbed my trembling body,
Reality at the moment I heard the shrill tone that
I dream of the impact of weak and fragile dream.
4
You find a flower
Has found a fruit.
You spring for a note
But to find an expanse of water.
You're looking for a woman
But to find a soul -
You down.
North Island Translation
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My soul
My soul will not tell stories, do not understand truth,
My soul will smile, twist it tightly with both hands;
Memory and my soul will not be defensive,
My soul will not consider or praise.
I saw the sea when young, it is blue.
I've seen young flower, she is red.
Now a stranger sitting next to me: He did not color,
But I do not fear the dragon that is more than a virgin afraid of him.
Knight comes, virgin rosy,
And my left eyelid blue halo.
North Island Translation
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Love
My soul is the sky blue clothes;
I left it in the sea cliff
Naked, I come to you like a woman.
I like a woman sitting on your desk
Drink the next glass of wine, inhaling the aroma of roses.
Do you think I'm beautiful, like you see in the dream,
I forget everything, forget about my childhood and home,
Captured only know your touch me.
You brought a mirror with a smile, let me see myself.
I saw my shoulders to do is dust, but also into powder Ji,
I see my beauty is sick, in addition to disappear no other desire.
Oh, just hug me in your arms, so I no longer need.
North Island Translation
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To Eros
Eros, the most cruel people among you,
Why did you put me to the land of darkness?
When little girls grow up
They were abandoned in the light outside
Into a dark room.
Am I lucky soul like a motionless
It has been incorporated into the red before you track?
Look, my hands are tied,
Test it, I was approaching all my thoughts.
Venus, among the gods your most cruel:
I do not escape, I do not expect
I just like the animals suffer the same.
North Island Translation
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We women
We women, we and the brown of the land is so close,
That spring, we asked cuckoo expectations
We embrace the rustic spruce tree
We are looking at sun_set_ marks and advice.
I loved a man, He does not know ... ...
A cold day, he came with empty eyes,
A heavy day, with his loss of memory of the eyebrows away,
If I do not have children, it is his ... ...
North Island Translation
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Life
Me, my prisoner, said:
Life is not that soft green velvet dress in the spring,
Or a few people get the caressing,
Life is not a commitment to leave
Or support the back of the pale arms.
Life is captured by our small circle, the circle that we never cross the invisible,
Life is the result of being around us,
Is our inability to thousands of step-step.
Contempt for his life is lying bottom of the fixed
Know that the sun shines above
Golden bird over the air
Time flies.
Life is waving say goodbye, go home, sleep ... ...
Life for himself as an outsider
Life is an outsider for each new mask.
Life is a do not care about the happiness of man
Pushing the rare moments,
Life is the belief that weakness and lack of courage.
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