outland poetry
anthology
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William Blake
Indicates that the naive
See a world in a sand,
Heaven in a wild flower,
To infinity in the palm of your hand,
Eternity in the moment in the collection.
SONNET
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Fly
Small flies,
Your summer games
To my hand
Inadvertently erased.
I not like you
Is a fly?
You not like me
A man?
Because I dance,
They drink and sing,
Until a blind hand
Erase my wings.
If thought is life
Breathing and strength,
The lack of thought
Is death,
Then I
A happy fly,
Neither death,
Whether students.
SONNET
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Child chimney sweep (a)
When my mother died, I was so small that
My father gave me Nachulaimai others
I was not so clear shouted "Yeah sweep, sweep,"
I'll sweep your chimney, wrapped cinder bed.
There is a little Tom, hair was like a small sheep's head,
When shaved, weeping bitterly, good hard
I said: "Little Tom, it does not matter, the light of the head,
Big up litter will not spoil your white hair. "
He was quiet, the night,
Tom fell asleep, more curious things,
He saw thousands of child chimney sweep
Tun Town all to lock into the black coffin.
Came an angel, took the golden key,
Let the children open the coffin (really good angel!)
They leaping, laughing, ran across the lawn,
To wash in a river, the sun sparkling in the sun.
Naked and white, the bags left behind in one place,
They rise upon clouds, the wind;
"If you be a good boy," Angel told Tom,
"God will be your father, you always happy."
Tom awoke; room so dark,
We got up and took the bag, a broom to work.
Early in the morning was cold, Tom was warm;
This is called: the best part, to fear disaster.
From "Songs of Innocence"
(Bian Zhilin translation)
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Child chimney sweep (b)
Snow covered in a dark little thing
"Yeah sweep, sweep O" where crying!
"Your father and mother where to go, you talk about?"
"Yes they have to pray, and on the church.
"Because I had in the wild with joy,
Snow in the winter I always smile,
They took my clothes to get bad luck for a black hood,
They also taught me to sing a sad tune.
"Because I look happy, but also singing, but also dance,
They thought that did not harm me bitter,
To go praise the Lord, priest and king,
They boast the suffering caused to take us to heaven. "
From "Songs of Experience"
(Bian Zhilin translation)
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Tiger
Tiger! Tiger! The forests of the night
Huang Huang of the fire burning,
What immortal hand or eye
You create such a fearful symmetry?
The eyes of your fire eagle
Burning in the sky or how far into the abyss?
What wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
How is the brawn, what kind of skills,
To shape into the muscles of your heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
How to use the wrists and feet Meng shin?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What Tiebi
Xiong Shen dare kept on holding this horrible?
Stars cast their spears.
With their tears wetting the skies,
He smiled and admired his work?
He created you and created a lamb?
Tiger! Tiger! The forests of the night
Huang Huang of the fire burning,
What immortal hand or eye
You create such a fearful symmetry?
(Guo translation)
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Lullaby
Sleep, sleep, beautiful baby.
May the joy you sleep at night;
Sleep, sleep; when you slept
Will sit and cry a little sad.
Cute baby, in your face
I can see the desire weak;
Hidden and secret smile of joy,
Cute cute little baby.
When I touch your tender body,
Smile like the morning secretly invaded
Climb up your face and your chest,
Fell asleep you there the little heart.
Oh, cunning and well-behaved to lurking in the
Mind you this little sleep!
When you're little heart began to wake up
From your face from your eyes,
Sudden outbreak of the terrible lightning,
Down on the nearby youth sheaves.
Baby baby smile and cunning
Deceive the peace of heaven and the dead.
(Deh-Ming Chang translation)
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London
I walked the streets of every exclusive,
Wandering in the exclusive River Thames,
I see each of the pedestrians
Has a weakness, pain in the face.
Per liter of everyone shouting,
Fear of each baby howl,
Every word, every ban,
Hearts are ringing cast irons.
How many children cry chimney sweep
Block blackened shocked a church,
Unfortunately, the soldier's sigh
Into the blood shed wall.
Fear on the streets late at night
The Curse of the young prostitutes over and over again!
Note the new-born children hacked it tears,
Also with the plague devastated the wedding funeral car.
(Wang Zuoliang translation)
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Sand
Ridiculous, ridiculous, Voltaire, Rousseau,
Ridiculous, ridiculous, but all in vain,
You throw the sand against the wind to go
The wind blowing the sand back again.
Each and sand have become precious stones,
Reflect the divine light,
Fascinated by the sand blowing back laughing eyes,
Israel has illuminated the path.
Democritus's atoms,
Newton's light particles,
Are the Red Sea shore sand,
Israel's tent, where shining.
(Wang Zuoliang translation)
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Lamb
Little Lamb who made thee
Do you know who made thee
Give you life, nurturing your
Beside streams, in the green grass;
You wear nice clothes,
More than the most beautiful soft fluffy clothes;
Give you such a gentle voice,
The valley are all happy;
Little Lamb who made thee
Do you know who made thee;
Little Lamb I'll tell you,
Little Lamb I'll tell you;
His name like yours,
He also said he is lamb;
He was kind and gentle,
He became a little child,
I was a kid you are a lamb
Aware of our name just like him.
Little Lamb God bless you.
Little Lamb God bless you.
(Translated by Yang yi)
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Ah, sunflower
Ah, sunflower! With weary of time
Number of steps the sun all day.
It seeks to sweet and golden horizon -
Travel weary journey ended there;
There, teenagers were eager and emaciated early martyrs,
Virgin snow pale corpse covered with cloth,
Up from their graves longing -
I'm going toward the kingdom of sunflower.
(White fly translation)
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Sad baby
My mother groaned, my father crying -
I am a plunge it into the dangerous world,
Naked, helpless,
Like the devil in the cloud cried loudly.
Struggling in the palm of my father,
Trying to get rid of the shackles of an infant,
I was tired and had to obediently
Mother's arms lying sulking.
When I found that anger is futile,
Sulking got nothing,
So many tricks trap play
I began to show smile and quiet.
I had a quiet day after day
Wandering the earth until the foot;
I smiled and spent the night after night
Just to be likeable.
So hang grapes on the vines
Yu Yu shining in my eyes,
There are many lovely flowers
Around me bloom.
Then my father holding the holy book,
Exposed face of a saint,
They begin a curse on my head,
I tied the myrtle shade.
During the day he was like a saint
Lie down under the vines;
He is like a snake at night
Wrapped my pretty flowers.
So I hit him, his trail of blood
Defiled my myrtle tree roots;
But now the years of youth have fled
Hair long climb up my forehead.
(Deh-Ming Chang translation)
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Rose Disease
Oh Rose, you're sick!
Invisible insects that
Riding the night flew
Call sign of the storm.
Find your bed
Drilling red joy;
His dark secret love
Ruin your life.
(Deh-Ming Chang translation)
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Book of Health by the management (excerpt)
Chapter
1. Look what a shadow of terror rising
In eternity! No one knows it, not fertility,
Self-isolation, exclusion of everything. What the devil
The void created this nuisance,
This makes the soul tremble of the void? Some say
"It is a reasonable life." However, the strong black
No one knows hidden in the abstract contemplation of mystery.
2. Day after day, year after year that he
No glimpse, no one knows the Nine dark
Paragraph by paragraph by paragraph by paragraph with, measuring the space.
In his being black wind lift crack
Barren hills, the change began to emerge.
3. Into a field because of his terrible battle
And from him to give up many grow out of the wilderness
All kinds of beasts, birds, fish, snakes
As well as fire, wind, fog, cloud elements
Surreptitiously gaining the upper hand in the win.
4. Dark, silent operation, rotating in
Hidden emotional pain, the
No one knows the terrible kind of action
The shadow of a self-contemplation,
Engaged in a great work.
5. But the eternal gods looked into his vast forests.
Year after year, he was lying, closed with no one no way,
In the abyss, thinking, avoid all
It stunned the hate chaos.
6. For black students by reason of his
Cold and terrifying silence; his tens of thousands of Thunder
In the gloom of the world down this terrible
Lined and laid them out battle, the rumbling sound of wheels rolling
If the sea rose from the bore, echoed in his clouds,
Snow in the mountains of his, he covered with hail
Hills; terrifying roar
Thunder like autumn, when the dark clouds on the harvest
Burst out of the flame response issued.
Chapter II
1. Earth does not yet exist, and no objects attract each other.
Sometimes only the eternal will of expansion
Sometimes flexible shrink all his senses.
Death does not exist, only the eternal vitality.
2. Bang bang! Awakened to heaven,
Huge cloud rolling in the blood
Management students from the dark rock around
Lonely in this infinite so named.
3. This person cardiopulmonary Perak tear, so the eternal embodiment of a collection of numerous
In the bleak wasteland around
Wilderness at the moment is full of clouds, darkness and water
Note the flow, Bentu the, spit
Clear words, burst in
His rolling thunder in the top of the hill:
4. "From the dark abyss of loneliness; from
My home in the eternal divine,
Hidden, leaving me for the future
Severe for the advice
I have sought a joy without pain,
A no change in the firm.
Why you will die, oh the eternal gods?
Why do not you will live in the water off the flame?
5. "First of all, I fight with fire, it goes out
Inside, in a deep world within -
An infinite void, violent, dark and deep,
Where nothing is natural for large uterus.
I am alone. I was the only self-balancing
Stretch the empty, heartless wind blows.
But freezing up, such as jet-like
Whereabouts whereabouts of their rehabilitation; I make every effort to Tuiju
These huge waves, standing waves above the
Constitutes a strong obstacle vast world.
6. "I am alone here, in the metal's book,
Write down the mystery of wisdom,
The mysteries of deep meditation
With the terrible sin and the devil gave birth to their
Carried out in a struggle with the terrible conflict,
These things live in the hearts of the devil -
Seven souls condemned to death.
7. "Look what! I reveal my dark,
I use a strong hand this book of the eternal bronze
This place rocks. It is written in my solitude.
8. "I made peace, love, unity, law,
Mercy, forgiveness, compassion laws.
Let each in its proper application of law,
Unlimited choice of its old home,
Only a command, a joy, a desire,
A curse, a weight, a scale,
A king, one God, one law. "
Chapter III
1. Sound of silence; they see his face pale
Appeared from the darkness, he let his hand
Resting on the eternal rock of copper book down.
Rage tightly gripped the strong,
2. Rage, anger. Strong indignation -
In the fire, blood and bile in Great Falls,
Cyclones in the sulfur smoke
And numerous great form of energy;
A capital offense in seven of all souls appears
In the living creation,
The eternal flame of anger.
3. The Rock, darkness falls, thunder,
A frightful crack,
Tear the eternal,
Disintegration of all the debris flow
Mountains all around
Burst of breaking up, pushing destroyed, collapsed -
Fragments of the ruins of a lot of life left,
High on the cliffs frown, and all
An unfathomable void in the ocean rooms.
4. Roaring fire in the heaven above Pentium
Pentium waterfall in the whirlwind and in the blood,
Pentium students by the management of the wilderness of the dark;
Flame through the empty flow out in all directions
Streamer management students by the military who self.
5. But the fire did not light; everything was covered in
The eternal fire of the anger caused by the darkness.
6. Flutter in the eternal flame of the wild in
He suddenly left and right to attempt to hide
Wilderness and rock, but in vain; A collection of his army
He strained to mining in the mountains between the hill;
Howling with pain and rage of madness,
He continues to gather them up -
Long burning flame in labor,
Until the shadow of despair and death
Pale, old, breaking the boundaries of eternal life.
7. So he made a roof, a huge, strong
Surrounded around, like a womb;
There is every river flowing in the blood vessels
Bay hills to cool under
In addition to beating the eternal deity worshiped by the eternal fire;
The eternal Son stood on the shore of an infinite
View, see it as a black ball
Like a severe beating human heart,
Students from the vast world of management there.
8. The Rose by the black ball around the grounds of Health
To keep looking at the deity worshiped by the eternal, to limit
This separation of dim loneliness;
Eternal other side stood a distant,
Just as the stars away from the Earth.
9. Ross around in this black devil howling cry
Cursed his fate; because in extreme pain
By the management students to separate from his body out
And his feet is a bottomless void
His place of residence is the blazing fire.
10. But the reason to separate students from the eternal,
To fall into a dead sleep among the inorganic.
11. Eternal deity worshiped, said: "What is this? Death?
The ideal of life is a piece of dirt. "
12. Ross howling in terrible coma,
Groan. Teeth, moaning,
Until that part of the healing separation.
13. But the ideal of separation of the wound did not heal students.
He was cold, not appearance. Physical or soil
With the changes in the terrible split,
Lay dreamless night.
14. Ross until he fanned the flames,
His death from the invisible infinite wake.
(Deh-Ming Chang translation)
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