Modern Poetry
A person of (no) importance Buskin artist Final Contrail Poems
一位悲剧画家最后的轨迹（组诗）
Wang XuSheng
◇ left ear self-mutilation
Lord, ah, Give ear to my prayer, hear my voice - "Bible"
God, ah, I have to remove my left ear for you
Beer cup resting on your side. So God, you are not
Hear the voice from the body from the servant
Keen to hear the pond frogs
Ambush in the terraced rice paddies on both sides to hear the calls of the earthworm
I think you can also listen to all the village dogs barking Miscellaneous
They take me away
Lord, ah, I heard you blow the bubble pattern glass of red wine singing
Do you hear
I wound blood, through the floor of the blunt
Lord, ah, if you take me away
If you hold anything against me nagging
Might as well give it to my ear degrading prostitutes
I was often the unfortunate prostitutes
Give me a warm Aiti
◇ Sunflower
I lay me down to sleep, I'm awake, Lord have blessed me - "Bible"
This is God's chariot, that I can be a lot of buying with a sickle
Please, please Lin Xing I and highest in my painting table, let me describe you
In my deathbed, to the descendants of gods painted on the track line
O God, you have _set_ a good sit, you Chuanchuang from
Results from your team, please
Visit my moldy, will close the studio
Finally, listen to my prayer
Please judge my soul. Then, (wait a minute)
All the paint and other swallowed my mouth, you can
Perspective of my stomach. Which verifies
Van Gogh is not a dark and visceral. They can tear
Painting paper, clean, good color
Ah, God, What you really come
I seem to listen to your talking
Noble skirts issue, it's beautiful music
And my eyes, sunflowers are on the desktop
Each with attitude, and that flames of petals, like a fluttering colorful flags flying
My black room, suddenly brightly lit
God's body and plenty of swaying Xin Jing
Doctor, give me the brush
I will have to become eternal twinkling of an eye
◇ Green wheat field
Many people, saying: "He could not take the Bible God's help 。"--""
The beginning of Genesis, God created wheat, the third day
May, the plants that have learned to worship the spiritual
God, our God, from the East
Brilliant imaging to date, the highest in the top, by the instrument
Painter looked at the scenery, the hearts of joy
Catcher conception, filling fragrance makes him sad
He knelt on the ridge away from the wheat fields, praying towards the East
O God, since I was born in your wheat field
Why is that farmers and when I removed the same as _Set_aria
My God, please call the shots for me, please do give me a woman wife
The way God made things difficult for
God did not say anything
Naturally not fathom what kind of painter silent God
He listened and immersed in this magnificent front
He thought the color
He forgot wronged
◇ Star
Let all mine enemies be ashamed and greatly dismayed, they need to be ashamed suddenly.
- "Bible"
God, my soul has been off the carcasses of my
Abnormal quiet little village
I did not commit suicide shots of air breakdown their snoring
Mouse is still stealing food and stone field
Only a green flies smell
My intestines and the friction winded grass stems gowns
I am struggling to catch up in the
Lord, ah, I have not take care of so many
My legs are trapped blood loss
My soul has gradually light
He rose to the church along the spire
The home of the gods, and that the vast sky
Has been visualized, moon and stars and night
Colic patterns show
Van Gogh the painter know the same God and in the
He understood God's pity
Know that our Lord Jesus
Hate people who hate painters
God, our Lord so that
Child, you do not grudge
Contempt for you that the people who have been
In the dream I heard the wrath of
They will receive doubled because of shame of you
Humiliation
◇ To Theo. Gogh
Vincent-year-old, our God
Took his rib made the Theo, Van Gogh's brother is
So they made a couple close as brothers
Like his brother's shadow as the day with the help of the artist
Forgot the artist, like a shadow at the same
Theo behind neglected
However, their relationship, after all, a special
God said, can not abandon his brother for the brother, you should not be married
Brother do not know. My brother got married. Vincent then die
God said, Vincent, do not lose bone in the flesh of your flesh
To maintain the integrity of the artist, not arbitrarily discard the lives of
But Van Gogh did not know. Van Gogh committed suicide. Then his brother died
God, ah, our common God
What you want to take this metaphor of the tragic story of what
You are like farmers planting corn as the two points into a cave
Not so the fall come to free rooms in addition to their
2006-2-15
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