outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Vladimir Mayakovsky
Morning
Gloomy
Rain
Flying oblique eyes.
Ideas flowing iron wire -
The same as the prison
Clearly.
While behind bars
Is duck down bedding.
Feet
Gently Qiaoqiao
Step on the mat, and -
The stars are waking up.
But the lights -
Gas these wearing the crown
Emperor
Off together
Death,
So the road a bunch of flowers in the garden -
A group of girls in prostitution hostility
Thorn eyes
Even more.
Joking
Discrepancies in the actual laughter
From
Toxic yellow rose bushes
Winding
Grow,
It is fine hair on end.
Voice over noise
Over terror
Perspective
Comfort eye:
That suffering and peace of mind, insensitive
Cross
Servant
In with the demi-monde
Cave prostitution
Coffin
Have been put into the same glowing Oriental vase.
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To Russia
I come -
Overseas, ostrich,
Fluffy body with long lines, meter and rhyme.
How stupid is what I am, trying to head buried phonological feathers.
No, I do not belong to you, deformed ice kingdom.
Soul,
Deep in the feathers and hide!
Suddenly flashed to another country,
I saw -
Life was burning south.
A hot island.
Into a vase - palm leisurely.
"Hey, soon give way!"
Well, fictional
Was broken foot.
I had another -
At the time of weaving strings of footprints in the desert,
Toward another piece of oasis.
Some people shrink a heap and trembling:
"Let's go away point of it,
He will not bite?
Some people bend Dagong to flattery.
"Mom,
Mom Yeah,
He eggs? "
"Little girl, I can not figure out.
Students should want to come. "
Avenue dumbfounded.
Wild laughter of buildings.
A chill water to cool the whole body thoroughly.
Thousands of fingers poking at my body,
As I climb the mountain era.
Nothing great! Even if you take me to freeze,
Blowing wind bayonets with my feather light, die for it.
Exotic, and out of tune I
Can be eliminated.
Despite all the madness raging in December.
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Kick out the future!
Future
Does not itself come
We must
Approach to writing.
Communist Youth League,
Seize its gills!
Young Pioneers,
Pulling its tail!
Commune
Not a fairy tale princess,
Every night for her people
Lovesick.
Calculated,
Properly considered,
Sights,
To move forward,
Even a small
Should also pay close attention.
Communism
Not exist in the
Field
And factory sweat.
Side of the family dinner table,
Mutual relationship,
Among relatives,
Daily life
Also communism.
Who is
骂起 Mother to
Day without a finished,
Oil than the cart that does not
Quarrel also severe,
Who is
The shrill of the shamisen
Lazily paralysis
Such people
Not qualified
The future.
On the front line
Machine gun
Fire non-stop, -
War
Not only
This is a type!
Family
And the invasion of the dormitory
Our
Threat
Not lighter.
Who can not stand
Family stress,
Lying in
Paper Rose leaves
Lying intoxicated, -
Such people
Current
No qualifications
To meet future
Powerful life.
Time
Like a leather coat,
Moth life
Will Zhushi it.
League member who
The backlog of our sun and the moon
Like clothes like
Turned out spanking!
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Knight gift comrades - boat and human ①
I was shocked.
This is not a fantasy story:
Burned hot,
Summer seems to boiling,
Swerves
Entered the port to, and actually
"Iron Dole, Knight" comrades.
This is his,
I can,
Buoy
As the eye wear.
"Hi, Knight!
More happy, ah, see you alive,
Live a life of chimney smoke,
Cable,
Hook carry.
Come through!
Here you
Deep enough?
Since the sail Batumi,
Must have your boiler
Already boiling ... ...
Remember, Knight -
When you're a person,
We two together
Compartment in the diplomatic
Tea scene?
Others have been snoring,
You have to stay up late,
The corner of
Wax seal to guard.
You all night long
Sun Jacobs talked, ②
Kinda funny to Beishi,
Back was sweating.
Pro morning nap children,
Gun handle is still holding out ... ...
Who wants to steal files,
Try it!
Dare him!
Which would have thought
Separated by only one year,
I see you again -
You are the
A ship.
Direction of the stern -
Banlu sea
A big moon!
A band of light
Were cut open from the
Ocean.
That was like
The last fight of the corridor
Footprints left a hero,
Always behind you
Flashing carnage.
Learn from books
Belief in communism,
Count only moderate success.
Books Well,
To write about, then
Not easy?
But this
The "dream" become a living example of
It shows
Flesh and blood
Communism.
We comply with the oath of iron,
To the cross,
Can take the machine-gun fire,
No turning back,
Oath is called the world
Not Russia,
No Latvia,
Implement a Datong
Human society.
We veins torrent
Not water,
But the blood.
Facing the muzzle barking
We advance prodigiously,
To
Death
Can also be translated into
Ships,
Poem
And other long-term career.
I would like to live and live,
Crossed the time of year after year.
But in the end of life
I would like to ... ...
(No other desire)
I would like to meet
Moment of my death,
As comrades, as Knight
To meet death.
1926
① Knight, Latvians, he served as the Soviet diplomatic courier, in the execution of its mandate at the expense of attack by enemy agents. Mayakovsky was encountered in the Black Sea ship named Knight.
② linguists, have introduced Markov died Mayan knowledge base and the Knight.
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Meeting fans
Every day, just when the night turned into dawn,
I saw:
Some people go to Department,
Some people go to the Commission,
Some people go to the Political Department,
Some people go to the Ministry of Education,
People are going to work.
Just entered the room,
Documents on the Yu Dianer flying wildly:
To pick out fifty copies of -
Are the most important documents! -
Staff have to go to the meeting, respectively.
Every trip, I would ask:
"Can you give me a chance to interview?
I long ago long ago to wait. "
"Ivan million went to the Church meeting -
Drama Department and the feeding of horses to discuss merging problem. "
Several hundred flights of stairs to climb,
Bored mind.
Can they say to you:
"I told you to come back after an hour.
In the meeting:
Provincial Cooperatives
Buy a small bottle of ink. "
An hour later,
Male Secretary
Secretary all in here -
Room was empty!
Twenty-year-old youth following
League meetings are open.
When nearly dusk, I climbed up
The highest level seven floor.
"Ivan the odd million here?"
"Is at
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, Xin Committee. "
I am extremely angry,
Wildly as the avalanche,
Rushed to the venue,
Along the way Breath the savage curse.
However, I see:
Half the people are sitting.
Oh, deuce!
Where is that half of it?
"Hacked to death a person!
To kill a person! "
I have a room full of milling, shouting.
This terrible scene that I often lose track of reason.
At this time, I have heard
Secretary of the unusual calm voice:
"They suddenly have to attend two meetings.
Day
To catch
Twenty will be.
Last resort, and only then the body split!
Above the waist to stay here,
That half
There. "
I was so excited all night without sleeping when.
Early in the morning,
I went to greet the dawn with hope:
"Oh,
If
Once again will be held,
To discuss the eradication of all meetings, it would be great. "
Translated by Qiu Qin
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The best poems
Audience
Delivery to
A big piles of notes,
I want to Army
Problems with a thorn inside:
"Comrade Mayakovsky,
Please recite
Your
Best poetry. "
Which poem
Give to
Such glory?
I insisted on the podium with both hands,
Desperately.
To them
Read this first right?
Perhaps,
Or that the first strong?
When I
Dousou
Second-hand poetry,
The hall
Waiting,
A silent,
"North arbeiderblad" in
Secretary
Hash to the ears
Quietly
Said to me ... ...
So I abandoned
Tone poems
Shouted,
Almost the entire building
Zhen bad:
"Comrades!
Workers
And Guangzhou military
Occupied
Shanghai! "
As if
Palm heart
Yang metal rubbing,
Wave of cheering
Rising.
Five minutes
Ten minutes
Fifteen minutes,
Yaroslavl in the applause.
Sounds like
Storm
Overwhelming and flying,
To answer
All
Chamberlain ③ note,
Flew to China,
Asking the battleship
Turned
Steel pig nose,
From Shanghai
Backwards.
All
Poetic
Hate the mud,
Any
Poetic
Still no glory
This can not be compared
Ordinary
Newspapers news
If
Jaroslav
It
So welcome
Our hearts ah
Tight
Tied together,
The unity of the workers hive
Powerful.
Applause for this, Jarraud Slavs
Crushing workers and textile workers,
Toward the strange
And as close as flesh and blood
Chinese coolies!
1927
③ the then British Minister.
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