anthology
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Louise Glück
Halloween
Even now this landscape is also concentrated.
Hill dark. Bull
To sleep wearing their blue yoke,
Field has been
Picked clean, the crops sub-bundle
Flat to bounce back piled by the roadside
Yang Mei in the middle of the rising moon with teeth:
This is the post-harvest or post-infectious diseases
Desolate.
Oblique wife stuck windows
Outstretched hand, as if in charity,
The seeds of the hands
Clear, golden, beckoning
Come here
Come here, little things
The climb out of the soul from the tree.
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Messenger
You just need to wait, they will find you.
Geese flying low over marsh,
Shining in the black water.
They will find you.
The deer
How beautiful they are
As if their body does not prevent them.
They drift slowly into the open field
Slender auburn sun through the photos.
Why so quiet that they are willing to stand
If they are not waiting for?
Barely move, until their cage decay,
Shrubs in the Wind,
Fuseshita no leaves.
You just let it happen:
That cry let go, let go, like the moon
Twisted out from the soil increased
It is a circle filled arrow
Until they come before you
The burden of things like dead flesh,
And you are on top of them, wounded but superior.
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Poetry
Beginning in the evening, as now, a man was bent over in
On his desk.
He slowly lifted his head; a woman
Appears, carrying a rose.
Her face was floating to the surface of the mirror,
Decorated with a green stem roses cascade.
This is the suffering
Way: the transparent sheet is often
Move to the window until it emerged the context
Filled with ink as the final word.
And I mean to understand
What tied them together
Or to be firmly in control of the gray house at dusk
Because I have to enter their lives:
This is the spring, pear
Covered with a thin, white film.
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School children
Children and their progress with a small bag.
All the morning the mother have been in the labor
Collection of late apples, red and gold,
Like another language in the vocabulary.
In another Coast
Those who wait for the big table
People to accept charity.
Many of them are old nails
Children in the above link
They are blue or yellow cotton coat.
The teachers will order them to keep quiet
The mother will be a way to run around in the orchard,
Gray tree branches to pull their own to
Accepted with so little ammunition.
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Apple
The wisdom of your small body of his son
Crimping me.
I stood with him were a small bedside bar
As in another dream
You stand hanging
Apple bitten by the middle of the tree
Stretch out your arm.
I did not move
But at the wind
Glass to separate the final
I raised him to the window saying
See what you create
And count the ribs sliced,
It stems blue heart
As if from the woods
Flow out of the darkness:
House in the dark your son to sleep.
Wall is green, the wall
Clean and quiet.
I was waiting to see how he would leave me.
Map has appeared in his hand
If you engrave it in there,
Silence of the fields, women in the river Dai Li.
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Drowning children
You see, they do not have common sense.
So it is natural they should be drowned,
First ice accept them
Then, the whole winter, and their cotton scarves
Floating behind them as they sink
Until finally they are quiet.
The pond held their hands in the dark purpose.
But the death must be different to wake them,
So close to the beginning.
As if they have been
Blind no weight. Therefore,
This rest is dream, this light,
This beautiful white cloth covered the table,
Covered their bodies.
And they still hear their name used
Evocation things over the pond as:
What are you waiting
Go home, go home, lost in the
Eternal blue, water.
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Garden
1. The fear of birth
A voice. Then the house hiss and whir
Slid into their places.
But the wind
Quickly through the animal's body
But I am not satisfied that the health of its own
Body why it should be bounced back
The strings of the sun?
It will recover again.
This fear, this heart and mind,
Until I was forced into a
Fields are not immune
Or even strongly
The minimum dust out of the bush, tracking
It is the signature of the root of the distortion,
Even a mountain Arrowhead, a red claw.
Then lost
One by one,
All things can be tolerated.
2. Garden
Garden praise you.
In your name in green, paint it yourself
Charming red roses,
So that you and your lover will go with it.
All of the willow
To see how it shaped the silence
Green tent. But still
Some of the things you need,
Your body is so soft, so vivid, the beast in the middle of the stones.
In addition to injuries,
Similar recognition and they are terrible.
3. Fear of Love
That body lying next to me like a stone, obedient
It's eyes seemed to be an open,
We may have said words.
Time is winter.
In its day the sun rose in fire helmet
And at night, and reflected in the moon.
It is through our free light,
If we have to lie down
In order not to leave the shadow
Only two shallow dents in the snow.
In the past, as usual, started in front of us,
Still, complex and can not pass through.
How long have we lay there
As if, arm in arm in their cloak of feathers,
The gods come down
We build them from the mountains?
4. Origin
As if a voice said
You should go to bed
But no one person. Days
Not black,
Although the moon, where
Marble has been filled.
Although, in a garden full of flowers,
A voice said,
Many of them are dull, the gold,
So loud and clear, so repeated
Until you close your eyes,
Lying among them, all
Stammered the flame:
And you still can not sleep,
Poor body, the earth
You still tight adhesion
5. The fear of burial
In the empty field, in the morning,
Body waiting to be needed.
Soul sitting next to it, in a small rock
Nothing to re-give it shape.
Think of the body alone.
Walking at night in the fields to be drained,
It is tightly held in the shadow around.
Such a long trip.
And distant, the village of light trembling
It is not suspended when they swept the streets
They look how far away
Wooden doors, bread and milk
As weights on the table.
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Lamentations
1. Oracle
Two of them are static,
Sad woman, man
Released into the branches and leaves her body.
However, the observation of God.
They felt his golden eyes
Put into the scenery on the flowers.
Who knows what he asked?
He is a God, but also a monster.
So they wait. The world
Was full of his glory,
If he asked to be understood.
Far, in his empty office profiling,
He turned to his angels.
2. Nocturne
A forest rising from the earth.
Oh poor, which is so necessary
Intense love of God
With them is the beast.
They lay down on his negligence
Gaze in the evening.
From the hill, the wolves come, mechanical
They are attracted to the warmth of humanity,
Their panic.
Then the angels see
Him how to separate them:
Men, women, and women's body.
Above the churning of the reed, leaves open
Gave a long sigh silver.
3. Covenant
Outside in fear, they built a home.
Growth of a child between them
When they sleep, when they tried to
Feed themselves.
They put it on a pile of leaves,
This small body abandoned
Wrapped in an animal
Clean fur. Against the black sky
They see the light of the strong arguments.
Sometimes it wakes up. When it hands out its
They know they are mother and father,
There is no authority above them.
4. Clearing
Gradually, many years later,
Mao's body disappeared from their
Until they stood in the bright light
Ignorant of each other.
Everything is different with the former.
They shook hands, searching for
Familiar with.
They can not make their eyes
Avoid the white flesh
Will be clearly shown in the above wound
Like words in a piece of paper.
From ignorance of the brown and green in
God finally stood up, his huge shadow
Darkened his children sleeping body,
Jump back to heaven.
That is more than the United States,
The first time, saw from the air
Earth.