outland poetry
anthology
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Francis Jammes
And the donkey to the park to pray together
I should go to when you go there, ah God
Let that day is a holiday village,
Road dust. I want to like me in this world
Done, _select_ a road to paradise
I love the way, there are the stars shine bright
As day. I want to hold onto the Boulevard cane,
Then walk, I want to my friend ---- that ass
Said: I am Tim Francis Ya, I'm going to the park,
Because there, in the goodness of God's land, there is no hell.
I will tell them: the blue sky gentle friends, to, ah,
But those poor cute animals, so their ears flap fast
Fly drive a dull, plain, fighting, and the bees ... ...
Ah, let me come to you in the middle of these animals in front of
They are my beloved, as they head down, so tame good
They stood still, feet next to the feet, they
Is so arouses pity, are so tame.
I will go to your place, my back is double that thousands of animal ears,
Are those donkeys, leaving for their baskets at the waist,
Those donkey, they pulled the car street artists,
The car was loaded with drums and feathers duster Ocean,
Are those donkeys, their backs carrying buckets uneven,
Those asses, they move slowly, as bloated as the sheepskin bags,
It was that he wore a thin trousers,
Bruised his wounds bleeding, pain him,
And around the wound are those stubborn buzzing of flies.
My God, let me come to you with these restrictions on the donkey before
Let angels guide us forward in peace,
Take us to the river to the lush vegetation, where there are cherry trees quiver,
Smooth yet bright and clean, like a girl smiling skin.
Residence in the soul, let me bend your
Holy water, I will like those donkeys
Together for the humble and sweet poverty
Toward the eternal love ---- it is clear and crystal.
Rollo Translation
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Sun to well water ... ...
The well water in the sun glittering in the glass.
Farms and ancient stones and broken.
Blue mountains line is so soft,
Like wet moss in the fresh sparkling.
River is Anhei, and Anhei roots
It is worn by the shore of the twine wringing.
They are harvested in the sun and the grass is moving.
Poor timid dog to due diligence and cried.
Life there. A farmer in denouncing the
A woman begging bean stolen.
Small pieces of wood, some black rubble.
Gone with the Wind from the orchard stamp Magpie Song Mu-han sodium chloride D? Br> earth like those of women harvesting hay.
Cough came from a distance like a church bell.
The sky is blue and white. In the straw, the
We heard the heavy flight of quail gradually subsided.
Rollo Translation
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I used to love ... ...
I used to love Clara Elly Beth
A boarding school in the old school girl,
She is often in the warm dusk to under the hawthorn,
Those who read the magazine has been a period.
I only love her, I feel in my heart
White chest of her sky blue light.
Where is she? Where is happiness then?
Tree branches and leaves into her bright bedroom.
Maybe she did not say goodbye to this world ----
Or maybe both of us are dead.
The spacious courtyard with the dead leaves,
In late summer the cold, away from the past in Tiao.
Do you remember those peacock feathers,
In a vase, next to the shell decorations? ... ...
We heard there was a ship wrecked there;
We discovered a new continent called "Beach."
Come, come, my dear Clara Elly Beth:
Let us love it, if you are still on earth.
Old garden is an ancient tulip.
Bare bare to, ah, Clara Elly Beth.
Rollo Translation
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Pray for others to be happy
God ah, since the world so well to doing their own thing,
Since the knees and fell on the old horse market
And bowed his head gently cattle walking:
Bless all the villages and its residents it.
You know that flash between the trees and the rush down the rapids,
Has been extended to the blue horizon,
Wheat, corn and winding vines.
This is all good in there like a big ocean
Landing light and quiet in there
The leaves are singing in the woods and shaking
Feel they are facing the bright sun juice.
God ah, now that my heart, bulging flower string,
Filling to burst out of love and pain:
If this is useful, my God, it pains my heart
However, in the hillside vineyards of pure
In the next round you gently mature
I did not have to give you the happiness of it,
Whispering lovers willing to talk to
In the carriage, livestock, and selling the noise in
Kissed each other, back close to the waist.
May the good country dog, in a small hotel in the corner,
Find a pot of good soup, sleeping in the shade,
Would like a long slow slide a flock of goats
Transparent tendrils eating sour grapes.
God ah, ignore me, if you want to ... ...
Thank you, but ... ... ... ... because I heard the good sky
These will die in only a cage bird,
Merrily singing, my God, like a shower.
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