outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Stephan Crane
Heart
In the desert,
I saw a man, like wild beasts, naked,
He squatted on the ground,
Holding his heart
In chewing.
I asked: "good, friend?"
"Damned hard - hard," he said,
"But I like it,
Because it is bitter,
Because it is my heart. "
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War is kind
Do not cry, girl, war is kind.
For your sweetheart on his back cast of his hands,
The frightened horses ran alone,
No need to cry,
War is kind.
Team hoarse rumbling drums,
Young men eager to fight.
These drills and killed a man originally born,
Unexplained glory hanging over them.
The great god of the battlefield, ah, the great kingdom -
A wilderness lodge with the thousands of corpses.
Do not cry, baby, war is kind.
For your father in the rolling loess ditch,
Anger, choking back tears, and gained a life.
No need to cry,
War is kind.
Team battle flag clear, fluttering in the wind
Eagle crest with gold decorated red top.
These men had to practice and died for us.
Pointing killing their good character,
Make them aware of the excellent properties of murder,
And a wilderness lodge with the thousands of corpses.
You ah, to your heart as the Su-hua,
Burial garments decorated brilliant son, mother,
No need to cry,
War is kind.
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Look, that grave
Look, the wicked tall grave,
Nearby, there is a severe wizard.
To a dejected girl with violet,
But that spirit caught her arm.
He said: "Do not give him flowers!"
The girl can not help but cry:
"Ah, I loved him."
But that spirit Ban Qilian, frowning:
"Do not give him flowers."
Why, it is this -
If that spirit is fair,
The girl cry?
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