Modern Poetry
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从感觉出发
Ya Xian
For me, living is often thought
- W. H. Auden
A
This is the echo of the day. I am trying to remember -
Who is the other pair of eyes, forgetting the
Breakfast table plate of sturgeon
The umbilical cord was discarded everywhere, the window was basking in the teeth
They whisper yesterday evening, eat flowers, such as Yao Yi
This is the echo of the day. Black flag fight the enclosing walls
The soldiers led the team with broken jaw, multiple into the diseased mice
Channeling down the valley from the nether
Alas, the days of the echo! Repeat itself terrible
His feet pulled out of my brains
This is a step constellation lizard, which is
Rose from the tomb in the soil
When the butterflies cry in the absence of flowers in the forest
Who's blood spattered on the crown of the gods
This is a one-eyed saint
Cornflower not come to her
This is the sheet
Construction on the sheets love
When autumn gold slipped from her nipples
I believe that at least one night a star higher than the French
Glorious day, starting from the echo
That is my name, in the mirror, exclaimed in the swab was swept
In the dark in the Yamen
And then immersed in history, the history of the rapids ... ...
II
Hanging on through the hawthorn
Ribs of the ladder, through the Arsenal back
A pear breathing hard through the drums kept the black veil
Those who never left the clock and month cards
Long list
Grinning in the moonlight of corn following
In the Mauser generous speech
Under the camouflage net in a pile of empty hair
Cactus and tired of the Bible in the inter-
Sorrow in the wind across the
Many piles of fair face, through the cross
Those white surnames
Through the good memory of Colonel S
Revealed to me; why the man with a bayonet
Program on the front in the buckwheat
Why the escape of his own soul, such as lotus leaf toad escaped
When the night in the cellar, the textile with steel
I do not want to load my fright, in the last days
I understand that this hate with the degree of cold
This is hidden in the silence of the dark
This gray long sleep, I end dismal sister
This is me, this new interpretation of the popular
Just as a ribbon on the shirt
They sold me dead ... ...
Between the shadow and the shadow
And contingency in between farewell
Was not there in my eyes, those hour
Grinning in the moonlight of corn following
C
Such as voice to a song away, the children, a lead and took me away
Such as the murderous woman suddenly withdrew her tongue
Such as the meteor shower in the moment between the completion of flashes, I was finished
Ballistic side of autumn
Such as the night, strange blanket
Kiss at the beach with our guns separated
Such as the passage of the old flannel coat off, I took off
Drag the past with Huiying
And the children have a kite
Swing kids sitting watching clouds
The name of the child to travel cymbals
In the mother's will, the sun has left the future of his
Big kids cry
When the eyes the eyes can not answer that
When Yu Fan Aquilegia and walking on the grass in your chest
The time when the buttons get the victory, when suddenly lost
Soul, the small echo
Phalanx of wood is still
Plagued with moss, grass stems that are still
Rocking the night air, when the dawn is still on the rise
Since the hands of the bridge scene, a pale sun
Some flags, float and fall
Drop and float
Some of the uterus, empty and full
Full and empty
Scythe roared when the occupation
Do a silent silent carrion
I then submitted to recognize you naked every moment
Lick food in the grass between the forehead Heights
Alas dead, your name, the promise is that the beauty of blood on
This heavily upon layer of face up against, this broken jaw Corps
Alas dead, your name, the promise is that the beauty of blood on
This cold cry butterfly
This gray long sleep, I end dismal sister
Love in the low lying under the stars
Prayers in false pseudo-code augmented into the evening
Approached the city in your part of the new light
In my eyes, that hour is not there
I echo the heart, will never Xiuxie
Bolted to the May Showers
Shiru shoes passing by the high cliffs
Behold! Dancing girl who suffers from the disease
If this echo of the day, starting from the anxiety
Exclaimed the mirror swab was swept in
Others in the sturgeon dish pick up
In the dark in the Yamen
Thriller in the sheets
Dancing girl who suffers from the disease
A compilation of old feeling ... ...
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