outland poetry
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Robert Browning
My Last Duchess
(Fei Lala)
This format is the wall of my Last Duchess,
Looks like her alive. Today,
I call it a miracle: the handwriting Pandao Fu Master
After a busy day, and there she stands.
You sit and look at her? I intend to bring
Pan Daofu, because the foreign stranger (eg, you)
Those who saw the painting depicts the face,
That earnest look of depth and passion
No do not turn to me (because in addition to my outside
No one else in the curtain opened on the picture),
Seems I'm not big dare to ask;
Where did they come from - so the eyes?
You are not the first person back to ask me.
President, not only her husband present
Fun to face with the Duchess of capacity, may
Pan Daofu accident said: "Lady of the Cloak
Covered her wrist too much, "or said:
"Faint flush to the neck and gradually disappearing,
This is not to reproduce any color. "
Such stuff, but was she as a courtesy,
Enough to arouse her favor. She had A heart -
How shall I say? - Very easy to please,
Too easily moved. Like everything she saw,
Her eyes and preference everywhere.
President, she was all one! Her chest
Wear my gifts, or last glimmer of sun_set_;
Officious fool Broke in the orchard
Give her a cherry, or her riding
Bypass the white mule - all of which
Would make her alike the envy is not absolute,
Or at least appearing flush. She was grateful people. Yes!
But she's grateful (I know not how to engage in)
I like to give her the door of the first nine hundred years
With any person gift. Who wants to
Stoop to blame This sort of trifling? Even if
Do you have eloquence (I have not) make your will
Children to the full description of such people: "You This
Or that I hate. Here you even close,
And there you go beyond the boundaries. "Even if she was willing to listen
You do not admonish her and debate
No excuse for their own - I think
This demeaning, so I chose
Never to stoop. Oh, sir, she was always smiling,
Every time I passed her; but who passed without
The same smile? The development of this point,
I got so: Then all smiles stopped together.
She stood there, as if alive. You get up
Guests in the downstairs. I repeat loudly:
Your master - the famous and generous, Mr. Earl
Enough to fully guarantee: I am dowry
Not be subject to any reasonable request refused;
Of course. As I stated at the beginning, his beautiful young lady
Is my goal. Nay, we'll
Together down, sir. But look at this Neptune
In the tame hippocampus, which is a rarity,
Klaus Innsbruck cast in bronze for me like.
(White fly translation)
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Bishop told the church funeral 圣普拉西德
(Rome ,15 --- Year)
Void where, the carrier said that everything is empty!
Come around to my bed; Anselm What have you been hiding?
Nephew who sons ... ... God, I can not know!
Her too, who does not want her to be your mother,
Gandalf old guy jealous of me, she is so beautiful!
It has long been a foregone conclusion, her, also died,
Died a long time, and then I was a bishop.
We like her, but also mortal,
You also realized: Take It ah!
Life is how is it? When I lay
In this gorgeous bedroom, Yanyan until death,
Dead in a long night, I asked:,
"I am dead, or alive?" Everything seems quiet.
圣普拉西德 pray for the church is quiet ah.
Well, talk about it to my graveyard. To it,
I had to fight for even the tear with a bite, you know
Gandalf old guy lied to me, although I take care:
He accounted for the south, to bring honor to his stinking corpse,
May God curse! - Dead, also extended a hand!
The cemetery, but I is not too narrow,
There can be beheld from the church pulpit,
Can also see some of the choir seats,
Up hope, until the angels live dome
There is a ray of sunshine in the quiet quasi-mobile;
I want to sleep there into the basalt sarcophagus,
I rest in peace under the canopy, while the surrounding
Also have nine columns, in pairs.
After the ninth root of the foot - Anselm station, -
All use peach marble, expensive, Hongyan,
Glass of wine as the new strong wine of pure pulp.
- Gandalf the onion stone Who was the old guy?
I saw him from the grave! True peach,
There is no crack, and I worthy of this award!
Surrounding the point; my church that caught fire -
How? Although a lot of damage can be rescued!
Children, you do not want to break my heart, right?
Dig the vineyards, oil press next
Gently sprinkle water drenched the soil, if
You find ... ... God, I can not know
Fig rotten leaves in the pile of loosely,
At the loading olive Lou Zili, closely tied
A large (ah, God help me) azure lapis,
Judas was like a severed head from the neck,
Green like the Virgin TANSEI the vascular chest ... ...
Kids, I gave you all the estate,
Beautiful suburban villas, but also with a bathroom,
Therefore, the piece of bluestone on my lap,
As you in the ornate Jesuit Church
Worship God like hands holding the ball,
Gandalf the lungs are seen to explode!
Our years of the same flight as the shuttle,
People to the grave, where he is now?
I said with a basalt sarcophagus you, kids?
No! I mean, black marble! Otherwise,
How can with the following lace Xiangde and synergetic?
Relief in bronze, and you promised me,
Faun and water to be carved fairy, you know, and
Block interspersed some priests, wine Scepter, the bottle is urn
And then carved out the Lord Jesus preaching in the mountains,
圣普拉西德 wearing aperture, a Faun
Light was about to pull the last fairy clothes,
Moses and the Ten Commandments as well ... ... but I do know:
You do not listen to me! They whisper to you what
I thought that Anselm? Oh, are you going to
To the cleaners lost my house, and call me
Beggar's rotten in the buried lime Duixia asphyxia,
Let Gandalf laughing from his grave mound?
No, children, you love me, - then,
All with the Jasper! You swear to me,
So I was left to regret the bathroom!
Block, pure green, like pistachio fruit
Some of the world's jade. Just go, -
圣普拉西德 is listen to me, I begged her
Give you a horse, the ancient Greek manuscripts,
And extremities, such as the mistress of smooth marble-like
- But you have to put my inscription engraved on the:
A _select_ion of Latin, Cicero's style,
Gandalf does not like the second line so popular,
Quaint style of writing it? He is not qualified!
That season I will sleep peacefully Tian Ran to the Millennium,
Listening to the buzz doing the holy mass,
See the system out and points to eat all day long God
Candle was burning, steady but not flutter,
Strong smell of cigarettes smoked dizzy!
Now when I lay dead of night,
Dress is sleep, and slowly Yanyan be death,
I folded hands, as if holding a scepter,
Straight legs, like a stone,
I like the coffin of linen cloth as droop,
Fold to form a huge sculpture,
When the candle over there getting off, a strange idea
Began to grow, ears buzzing for the sound,
I think pre-existence before this life
And this life, the Pope, cardinals, and the parent species
There 圣普拉西德 preaching in the mountains,
Think you slim and pale mother
Talking with her pair of eyes,
Agate distinctive newly unearthed ancient urn
And marble of the classical, purely Latin, -
Haha, that man inscribed "name if the dean?"
Is it a quaint? Text of at most second-rate products?
Unfortunately, my pilgrimage and short.
All glass jade, boys! If I put Villa
All gave the Pope! You then tick bite my heart,
Your eyes so sharp as the lizard,
Made me think of your mother's eyes flash,
Perhaps you are willing to add my shabby lace.
It is barren patterns linked in my bottle
Full of grapes, plus mask and bust column
Your seat and then tied to the priests only lynx Steppe Cat,
It bouncing struggling wine Scepter fall -
This carved to make me satisfied.
I will lie down until I have to ask:
"I am dead, or alive?" Well, leave me, too!
Chi ungrateful you hurt me,
To me dead - God, ye shall desire!
Stone! Crushed gravel! Dripping wet ground,
Guanzhong's body like a shot up the juice -
Said what jade glass to show off the world!
Go! I beg you. Less a few pieces of candle,
But arranged in rows; travel time turned back, right,
As deacon, as they left the altar,
Leave me alone in my church -
This is the church pray for quiet, so my free time
Look at Gandalf onions from his sarcophagus
I look askance is - because, after all, a
Old guy is still jealous of me, she is so beautiful!
(White fly translation)
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Wilderness couples
I do not know whether you feel today
I feel the mood - and when we
In the early morning of May in Rome
Big Yan sit hand in hand with spring grass,
This vast wilderness fugue?
As for me, I touched a ray swim thinking,
It always makes me vain pursuit,
(Like throwing a gossamer spider
Tease us cross the road,)
Poetry has just caught it, a flash and lost!
Help me catch it! At first it
From a long inside the tomb Zhuanfeng
Nazhu yellow fennel seed starting
The clump of weeds across the street from Tribulus terrestris
Sophie took over the floating net veil,
Here, a long life is so vast,
Staged drama so amazing,
The image of the flowers is so primitive and naked
Nature is such a heart is the voice of
And God looked at only in the tower!
You, how do you say, my love?
Let us not shy for the soul,
As for the bare earth, the sky!
Could it be that, decided to love or not,
All in our hands?
I wish you are my everything
And you only you, no more.
Neither slave nor free man.
Neither you do not belong to me!
What is wrong? Where is the crux of defects?
I wish to accept your will,
Use your eyes, let my heart
Beat in your heart forever side
Would like to enjoy spring in your heart to drink,
The fate of the integration into one, whether bitter or sweet.
No. I admire, I am close contact with you
Then let the open. I kiss your face,
Heat capture your heart, I extracted
Roses, love it more than anything language
So one minute have gone better.
Why do the minute I leave
Has been so far? Do I have to
Waves of breeze was blowing,
Pompon-like flowers like thistle Advantage and Pattern floating around,
Stars can not follow a fraternity?
I seem to realize soon it seems!
However, the wire where? It has been flying!
Played tricks on people! Only distinguish light has been -
Infinite love, and a desire with the
Limited heart pain.
(White fly translation)
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Lost loves
Then all was over. Is the taste of the truth
Really have expected so difficult to swallow?
Listen, sparrows in the eaves around your home Murai
Twitter authentic a good night.
Today, I found that buds on the vine
Woolly, up;
One day more bursts them open, look;
Dark is turns gray.
Dearest. Can we still meet tomorrow?
Can I still hold your hand?
"Just friends," Well, I lost many things,
Friends down the most general still retained:
Clarity of your dark eyes flashing every time
I'll always engraved in mind;
I heart you will never retained
"Snow Flower would like to come back," the voice!
However, I will only say that the language of the general friend,
Perhaps a little more strongly hint;
I hold your hand, will only be a courtesy hold to allow time for
Perhaps a moment and then a little bit longer!
(White fly translation)
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