outland poetry
anthology
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Else Lasker-Schüler
End of the world
From the voice of the world to cry,
If God is dead,
Shadows fall lead to a general,
Heavy pressing, as the grave.
We are close to together to hide,
Life, in all human hearts,
Like lying in the coffin in the.
You! We come to deeply kiss -
One kind of vision of the world in knocking the door
We have somehow lost their lives because of this world.
QIAN Chun-Chi Translation
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Shulammite
Oh, I see from your sweet lips
Know too much happiness!
I felt an angel's lips
Burning in my heart ... ...
Sorption night clouds swallow
Cedars of my deep dream.
Oh, how your life is calling me!
With over my heart hurt
The dying
Fade away in space,
In time,
In eternity,
My heart will burn in Jerusalem
Dusk.
QIAN Chun-Chi Translation
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Chaos
Stars in the sky out of my lonely
Pale too scared to escape,
Midnight black eyes
Getting closer to gaze.
Among the dead in this one
I can no longer return to normal,
I like the far away world, in the middle of
Swire fear of the dark gray middle.
I hope to produce a pain,
Ruthless to break me
Suddenly made me wake up!
I hope there is a joy of creation
Then I returned to my hometown,
On my mother's arms.
My mother's home empty,
There was no Rose
Then the flower in the warm atmosphere. -
... ... I hope there is one of the most beloved,
I buried in his flesh.
Chlorogenic Translation
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Georg. Tracy Kerr
His eyes the vision
Child when he was almost impossible.
So he's hanging out of conversation
Blue and white clouds.
We argue for the religious issues,
But always like to play two companions,
Me and says he, for God quarrel.
Thailand has made early.
Poet's heart is strong castle,
His poetry is a chant of the outline.
Martin, his past life may be. Luther.
When he went to jihad,
He trinity of the soul in my hands.
--- Then I know, he died ---
The shadow of his incredible
I stay in the twilight of the room.
Georg. Tel Kerr (one thousand eight hundred eighty-seven - one thousand nine hundred and fourteen) Austrian expressionist poet. 1914 to participate in the First World War. Witnessed the brutality of war, so that he trapped in insanity. After anesthetic overdose and death, is likely to belong to suicide. The poem, "Thailand has made early" to "John" the first sentence, also translated as "great beginning proper way." "Word" that "God's words." "Strong castle" of the poem with Luther, "Our God is a strong castle." "Outline" insinuations October 31, 1517 Luther posted on the Wittenberg church door, "ninety-five Outline", the Pope criticized the sale of indulgences, from _set_ting off the Reformation movement.
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Sennie. Hoey
Since you are buried in the mountains after
Soil also incense.
I Dianzhe toe in,
Go all clean way.
Oh, your blood roses
Gently soaked death.
I am no longer a death
No fear.
I have been in your grave
Together with flowering creepers.
Your mouth is always calling me,
My name is now no longer know to go home.
I buried each of you shoveling,
Have buried me.
So my side is always dark,
Among the stars have been hidden in the dark.
My friends do not understand me,
I have turned into another person.
But you stand on the city's most tranquil cities in the door
Waiting for me, you, the archangel.
Sennie. Hoy, the original 名约翰尼斯. Holtzman, editor in Berlin. Tsarist tyranny away because of resentment in Russia, unfortunately, was arrested for no reason, spent eight years in Warsaw and Moscow, imprisoned, and finally Yusi prison. Lasker - Xu Le and her brother have managed to rescue, but said the German embassy would not let him return to an extent which rendered unable to prison. Death, the body was sent back to Berlin, Lusk - Xu Le attended the funeral.
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