outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Carlos de Oliveira
Song
Have dim memories of the river and the viscosity
I drift and sorrow on the heart,
If I remember crying
Only in vain to tears.
If the sleep comfort my heart
Systolic pulse remains the same,
People have been relaxed,
I have not had a thought that is all.
Away from the inspiration, in between my negligence
Return to my homeland
I actually do not know what poems,
Lost is my tribute to the goodness.
Escape it, the shadow of hostile return
Old dark rumors that you:
Forgotten in that home,
To remind you to forget about my side.
(Ding Wenlin translation)
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Fog
Death
Died
Murano farmer
Love as brothers and the earth
They are humble
Leaves and trash
Wind drift away
I seem to hear
Distance
Fog at the
Wounded beasts
Around the corner.
(Ding Wenlin translation)
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Childhood
Dreams
Tall as cedar
This requires
Brought from afar
Carry on shoulder
In order to confirm
In memory of winter
This Enlightenment
Legend:
You smell,
Is
Sad firewood.
(Ding Wenlin translation)
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Moment
This word line
Sonorous syllable high-spirited
This flame
Best side in the sand sea
Emit light
Only moments
This harmony
Close proximity with the beautiful
This Psalm
Written in
Before the wind.
(Ding Wenlin translation)
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