outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Alberto de Oliveira
Trembling forest
Listen, tall trees and forests:
I am in pain to come talk with you.
Leaning on the arms as close friends,
After fierce fighting I rest.
Tall and straight and thick trunk alone,
Ah, you should know! Nevertheless, as a punishment
You will bend, and my voice
Hill will be far gone in the Donghe beam.
Trees, ah, do you have? Guilt? ... ...
We do not see the wind as the goddess of revenge
And the evil angels gang, Georgia beat you torture?
However you explain it, or listen to me,
So beat, so call this crying
This weather, we can not be coordinated.
(Ding Wenlin translation)
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Heresy
I can remember; forest so green, sand so fine,
Surrounded by trees breathing. Uninhabited.
Uninhabited. When the water in the side Mermaid Singing
We are both singing a song in the water.
Bare feet, the water footprint marching inspiration
The entire river in the sky, the eyes remain transparent,
Toward the forest dressed in the Rays, we run
In addition there is love, will be our guide.
The body of water around us are said;
"I swim inside it, fly! I need your energy!
I am a desert of water, always cold! "
Hull Mia. Ivy wearing a crown of flowers in full bloom
Mia hands around the Blue River Hull drink
And feeding my love of blue water.
(Ding Wenlin translation)
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Greek wine
One day, after the careful carving MicroHand
This sparkling wine glasses, gold embossed
Tired of gods who serve,
Left Olympia, reported the new cast of God.
It raised the poet is Teao Si
Thus, it is sometimes empty and sometimes filled up,
Cute wine glasses at the sound of his fingers on the Tintin,
The whole cup full of purple petals.
Then ... ... the role of wine is impressive,
Tapping the rim of the glass fine, put it close to the ear,
You will hear the beautiful harmony of sound.
Strange sound, as if from an ancient harp,
Flowing out of the wonderful string rhythm,
Ah Weng seemed that Kerry's voice.
(Ding Wenlin translation)
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