outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Charles Peguy
Eve (excerpt)
These people are happy, they land on earth to die
If they are dead in a just war years.
These people are happy, the vast land they died
These people are happy, they die in the solemn death.
These people are happy, they die fierce fight lasting,
Lying on the ground, before God.
These people are happy, they die in the last high ground above,
Grand funeral in the middle of all the spectacular.
These people are happy, they died earthly city,
Because they form the city of God.
These people are happy, they died of their hearth and fire,
And their father's house, the honor of poverty.
Because they are God's house
Image and the start and forms and tests.
These people are happy, they die in this embrace inside,
In honor of the hold, in the letter about in the earth.
Honor the letter because it is about an eternal
Letter about the beginning and the initial test.
These people are happy, they are there in this dedication
In fulfilling the pledge in this earth to die.
Because this earth is a loyal oath
Start and the first test.
These people are happy, they are done inside this
Obedience and humility in this dead in it.
Those dead people are happy, because they reverted to
The original clay and initial soil.
Those who died in the war of justice are happy.
Those mature wheat and the wheat harvest is happy.
Those dead people are happy, because they reverted to
The original clay in the soil and flexible.
Those who died in the war in the ancient people are happy.
Canadian vessels are pure is the king of the crown of happiness.
Those dead people are happy, because they reverted to
And precepts in the original soil.
They again become a simple ancient pottery.
They become a model again create the bottles, pots and jars.
Those dead people are happy, because they reverted to
Faithful to their original shape and grace.
They again became those of natural objects,
It was made by God himself into the thumb.
Those dead people are happy, because they reverted to
The original clay soil and in the first.
Mold them vulnerable to re-shape their own,
God's thumb is taken from that mold them out.
Those dead people are happy, because they reverted to
The initial soil and the first ooze.
They again sink into the original ditch plow,
God's thumb is to pull them from there out.
Those dead people are happy, because they reverted to
God wake up from them in the same ooze.
Hallelujah to that mantra in their sleep again,
That mantra is that they forgot before the birth of the.
Those dead people are happy, because they reverted to
That the ancient residence and old house.
They again sink into the young season,
God is poor, and from there to their bare red.
Those dead people are happy, because they reverted to
Mode in which God created them in the fertile clay,
And God calls from there in their cache.
The great losers, not crowned king is happy.
Those dead people are happy, because they reverted to
God recalled them from where the original soil,
And God called them from there resting place.
The great defeat and exile of the king is happy.
Those dead people are happy, they reverted to
God made them from the fertile soil.
They lie down again in that song of praise,
That was before they are forgotten in the birth of the.
Those dead people are happy, because they reverted to
They feed the body in the initial humus,
And that the original tomb, and that in peat and coal.
The defeat of the great king and the disillusionment is happy.
Rollo Translation
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Paris Twin warships
Moment to the Bible from the time of the cedar,
Twin warships moored in the busy market side,
In the great palace of the former residence and sullen,
Exposure to private grief and public honor;
Republic of experienced and eighty three emperors,
And Napoleon, Alexander and Caesar,
Our ancestors tasted the bitterness of Kula,
Faithfully bent over in the tilt of the oar.
We took over their position in the oak stool,
We are trying to paddle, with the waist and back, with the will and mind,
Bleeding under the shackles, break ribs broken bones, bent body;
We, the penalty for the convict descendants of slavery,
Hit with a paddle, in the Seine between the two sides,
Rowing by crouching in front of Notre Dame in Paris.
Rollo Translation
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