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   Pablo Neruda

Love sonnets election (election XVIII)
1
Mathilde: plants, rocks, or wine name
Originated in the earth and the end of things,
It is open to the rise and fall of their first words,
That is their light summer lemon breast.
Wooden ship passing the name,
Waves of blue fire around them:
It is the river flow of letters
Chung, my parched heart.
Oh, hidden in the entanglement of the vines in the name of
As the doors leading to secret tunnel
Towards the world of fragrance!
I invaded your hot lips; interrogated me
Night with your eyes, if you will let me
Passing boat as your name; let me rest there.
(Chen Zihong translation)
4
You have to remember that really tall cliff Wu Qi
Fragrance fragrance to the pulse where the climb,
There is a bird who from time to time
Water and slow wear: winter clothing.
You have to remember that the earth's reward:
Strong fragrance smell, gold clay,
Scrub grass, wild roots,
Sting like a magic sword.
You have to remember that disclosure of the branches of your body
Water with the silent shadows and branches
Stones from the same foam as the branches.
That time is really unprecedented, never forget:
What we do not expect to go there
Where we have been looking forward to everything.
(Translated by Wang Yue Central)
6
Lost in the forest, I broke the twig under the dark
Whisper it to get close to my thirsty lips:
Perhaps it is the sound of the rain crying,
Cracked bell, or tearing of the heart sounds.
Some things in the distance: it I
As deep and mysterious, deep in the soil,
Another example is the fall down the endless,
By leaves moist half-open darkness of the cry down.
From the woods wake up sleep, hazel twigs
Singing in my tongue, it drifted fragrance
I have known acyl-resistant climb spinning? Br>
I left the root like a sudden
Shouted at me, and my childhood lost land with
I have stayed there, twists and turns in the direction to be destroyed.
(Chen Zihong translation)
8
If you were the color of the eyes with the moon,
Rainbow is the labor, the color of the flame during the day,
And when caught, have a lively air;
If you were an amber seven days a week;
If you were a golden moment
In that moment of autumn in the climb up the vines,
And you're the moon that the flour aromatic
Sown in the sky and made fine bread;
Ah, loved ones, I will not love you!
In your arms I embrace all of life,
Sand, time, and the rain tree,
Whom I live and all the living:
Need not go so far as I can see them,
I see in your life with all the living.
(Translated by Wang Yue Central)
9
Waves beat stubborn stone,
San clarity and implanted it hit the Rose,
Zhike circle collapses into the sea,
A drop of salt in the blue and down.
Ah, brilliant Mulan, destroyed foam,
Enchantment of people die and flower visitors,
Repeated, repeated disappearance
Crushed salt, dazzling ocean currents.
You and I, my love, let us letters from around the silence.
And one by one to destroy its endless sea of Images.
Baita down its anger.
Because, in the long waves in sand and misty
Woven into the mesh, the
We treasure from the very deep feeling of unrequited love.
10
This beauty is soft, as if music and wood,
Agate, clothing, wheat, peaches, light-off
Constitute a temporary sculpture.
Now she exudes her fresh, facing the waves.
Fiddle with these tanning feet water, reproduction
Their shape, but also erase the blot on the beach.
Now she is a ray of fire rose women,
Competition in the sun and the sea only bubbles.
Oh, probably nothing you apart from the cold touch of salt!
Disturbances that may not have a little love to the dawn of spring!
Beautiful woman, the endless echo of the bubble,
You may bring water proportioned buttocks
A new scale - Swan, Lily, when you
For an eternal floating your bubble crystal.
(Chen Zihong translation)
17
I love you, not you as a rose of salt: Topaz
Or the pink flames and spread the arrow;
I love you as certain dark things in love
Secret love between the shadow and the soul.
I love you, as if the non-flowering plants, yet
Those flowers of light to be received inside the hide itself.
Thanks to your love, inside my body active in
Compacted soil inside the kind of rising air.
I love you, do not know how to love, when love, where love;
I love you, directly, without pride is not a problem:
I so love you because I do not know any other way to love,
Only in this way, there is no I without you,
So close, your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close, you took my dreams your eyes closed.
(Translated by Wang Yue Central)
29
Your house from the South of poverty,
From the earthquake and the depth of the wilderness,
God there spinning to death,
Clay teaches us to look for life.
You are made of black clay pony, is the black mud
Made of the kiss, my love, is made of clay poppy
Dusk pigeons flapping in the road,
Is a box filled with tears of our childhood.
Andy, you save the heart of poverty,
Familiar with the feet of the poor sand,
And you do not often have bread candy mouth.
You come from the poor South, it is the home of my soul:
Your mother is still in heaven with my mother
With Huanyi. I do choose your company.
45
Do not stay away from, even if only one day, because -
Because I do not know what to say: one day too long
I will wait for you, just like the station in the open
At this point the train stopped somewhere else, asleep.
Do not leave me, even if only one hour, because
Tears of pain that will burst forth together,
The sake of smoke hovering will drift home
To me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, maybe you never silhouette on the beach ablation;
May your eyelids never blink to the empty distance.
Do not leave me for a second, my dearest,
Because that moment you have gone too far
I puzzled over the world walk in search,
You will come back, or abandoned me to die here?
(Chen Zihong translation)
49
Today: yesterday, all have been
Fall into the light of the fingers and the eyes of the dream,
Tomorrow will be the pace to the green:
Who can stop the dawn of the rivers.
Who can stop the river of your hands,
The eyes of your dreams, lovely person, you are
From the vertical between light and dark of the sun
Flow time of the shock.
Wings in the sky above you away
Raised you, you into my arms,
To that time so mysterious rituals.
So I sing during the day, singing the moon
Singing the sea, singing time, singing all the stars
Singing voice during the day and night your skin.
(Translated by Wang Yue Central)
58
There is bread, wine, a table, a place of residence:
Are men, women, essential for life;
Peace quickly ran to get dizzy here,
In this light inside to light daily juh.
Thank you for your swift hands to crank out
Poetry and cooking white results:
Salute you! Your feet that perfect race,
Salute you! You attached the broom dance dancing girls.
Are filled with evil and the threat of water rushing rivers,
Integrated into the terrible bubble tall pavilion,
Cellular and that burning rocks,
Now you my blood into this rest,
This night of blue stars, such as valleys,
The infinite tenderness of the simple rustic.
(Translated by Wang Yue Central)
65
Mathilde, where are you? I note here,
I bow tie just below the top of the heart,
Between two ribs, the pain of a clear blue,
You run too fast out.
I need your spirit of light,
I looked around, lust hope.
I looked empty without you is like a house,
In addition to the windows nothing tragic.
In addition to the absolute silence to listen to the ceiling
No rain leaves of the ancient land,
Listen feathers, and even unrestrained night:
I like a house waiting for you alone
Until you see me again and live here.
Then my windows will desire.
(Chen Zihong translation)
68
In the literature of the middle bundle of steel sword
I walked, as if a distant sailor
Do not know the corner of Hong Mei, and sang as
He would not so I do not know why.
Island from the pain he had brought me
Accordion, along with storms, bursts of Kuangyu
And a slow habit of natural things:
They identified the growth in the wilderness of my heart.
Thus, attempts to gnawing teeth of literature
The heel of my faith when the teacher
I did not see to have come, the wind began to sing
To my childhood drizzling in the shops,
Difficult to argue to the south of the Wintry Ming,
To me your life is filled with the fragrance of the place.
(Translated by Wang Yue Central)
75
This is the home that is the sea, is the banner
Other walls we been wrong.
We could not find the door, can not hear
From nothing from the death of that voice.
Finally, the family opened its silence,
We go in, stepping on a discarded all
Mouse's body, empty farewell,
Water in the air flowing water cry.
Crying, crying, day and night in this house,
Half open half closed, along with its black eyes in the
Groaning with falling spider.
Today, we suddenly come back alive,
It filled, it is difficult to know us:
It was the flower in full bloom, without leaving a trace of memory.
(Translated by Wang Yue Central)
78
If not forever, not forever be. Victory
Disappear in the sand footprints left.
I was poor, born to love their own kind.
I do not know who you are. I love you, I do not pass do not sell thorns.
Some people may know that I have not had such blood-stained
Crown, that I do not like trick
I do know a soul filled with the tide.
I dove ugly penance.
I do not say "never", because yesterday
And today and tomorrow, I'm not the same.
I love slip of the tongue more sincere change.
Death is just a forgotten rock
I love you, kiss your mouth happy.
Let us pick up the wood, let us light a fire in the mountains.
82
My love, in the closed door that night, when fan
I pray you, love, ah, in the range of dark to travel:
Close your dreams, with your sky into my eyes,
Extension in my blood like a broad river.
Goodbye, Goodbye, my fall and every day
Shoulder bag light on the cruel,
Goodbye, clock, or citrus, each dynasty;
Welcome, shadow, not intermittent companions!
In this vessel, or water, or neonatal death in
Once again we are reunited, sleep, then waking up,
We are the night by the blood to form couples.
I do not know who died and who lived, who rates who wake up,
But is your heart in my chest where it
Distribution of the dawn of the countless gifts.
(Translated by Wang Yue Central)
89
When I die I want your hand on my eyes:
I want light, to your lovely hands
Wheat fragrance drifting on me again,
I changed my fate was gentle.
I want you to live, I fell asleep waiting for you at the time,
I want your ears to listen to the wind,
Loved us smell the fragrance of the sea,
We stepped on the beach to continue to tread.
I want my loved ones continue to live;
I loved you, sing you, above all others,
Therefore, you may continue to flower gorgeous open
To give you my love asked you to do everything
To make my shadow walking in your hair,
To let people know why I sing.
(Translated by Wang Yue Central)
100
The center of the earth I will push
Emerald order to meet you
You're like a transcribers, holding water
Pen, tracing the green shoots of plants.
This is a wonderful world! Solid celery!
Passing of this sweet sweet honey ship!
And you, maybe, and I, or Xuhuang Yu.
Bell will no longer conflict.
Here empty but all the free air,
Apple brought the wind,
Juicy book on the branch:
Respiratory Department in this carnation
We will make their own clothes in order to resist
Eternal kiss the winner.
(Chen Zihong translation)
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May monsoon
Inn of the wind, green wind,
Carrying nothing and water, are familiar with disaster,
Raising the dismal leather
And the thin material caused by the flag, like relief fund;
Once in this shelter, silver, cold,
Fragile like a giant sword in the hands of the glass,
Many care of it in the sigh of the power of fear among
It is dripping tears, the sand is in vain,
Surrounded by the energy of impact in the roar, the
Like a naked person on the battlefield
Raised pale body, hesitation conviction
Su drop war of invasion of salt.
This faint light, so the flickering fire,
How can the rest, what holds the hope of the poor?
What raised the ax to the hungry?
Get rid of any material, to avoid any light?
It is slim light quiver
If full of sleepy meandering
Sad pale bride's dress.
Because the shadow and hit all the chaos,
Are to falling, liquid, suspended, no peace,
In the emptiness of unarmed, was conquered death.
Hey, this is the place to look forward to the day,
To Congju the letters, ships, trade,
Death, secure and wet, he did not days,
Its fragrance line account, dense foliage,
Choi Ha lively, living breathing, where?
Still with, dressed in the glory of dying and turbidity of the scales,
It will see yourself in the rain split
Full of water being sucked wind attacks.
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Winter Pastoral
In the deep sea,
In the long long night,
Your name silently quietly,
Chiguo like a horse.
Bear me on your back, ah, shelter me,
In your mirror appeared to me, suddenly,
Thriving on your back, and
Leaves of the night alone.
Full of sweet flower of light,
Kiss your lips to respond to my call.
Soft lips firmly,
By parting the wild.
Now, in the long term, the
Track with me from forgetting to forget.
Call of rain,
Night collection.
I may be subjected to the afternoon of silk,
Sewing in the evening
Clothes, and a star in heaven
The wind is full of throbbing.
Away from you into me, deeply,
Heavily to subdue my face,
Through me with your presence, it is envisaged
The pieces of my heart.
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Adagio Elegy
The depths of heart,
Your name slowly
Silent swing drop
Split dispersed into water.
Attempts to undermine it,
And it is long, but short of the dignity,
Suddenly sounded as if the
Dead footsteps.
Suddenly, suddenly to hear,
Perseverance, and to desolate
Extended proliferation in the heart
Like a cold autumn dream.
Heavy wheels of the earth
Forgotten moisture filled tires
Scroll down to grind time
Be separated for two years.
It is hard cups covered
You fall into the cold land of the soul.
It is the poor blue sparks
In his dancing in the rain.
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Twenty love poems and a song of despair (optional XIII)
1
We even lost the twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
While the blue night fell on the world.
I see from the window
Distance Shandian sun_set_ event.
Sometimes a piece of the sun
Like a coin in my hands burn.
I remember you, my heart clutched in
Where you familiar grief.
Where are you then?
Who else?
Say?
Why the sudden coming of love
While I am sad, feel you in the distance?
Fall in the total spread of the books in the twilight
My cape rolled in feet, as only injure the dog.
Always, always, you retreated into the night
Place toward the twilight erasing statues.
程步奎 Translation
2
Gone with the flame of the sun will soon cover your cage.
You are pale, bitter meditation cable worried.
Back in the old windmill at dusk
Shao it turn around in your bladder.
My girlfriend, silent
Alone in this solitary moment of death
But full of the vitality of the fire
To destroy the purity of the day inherit.
A bunch of sun on your dark colored dress.
Suddenly from your soul
Roots grow thick night,
Things that are hidden in your heart again show
A newly born, white, blue village
Begins with where you draw nutrients.
Ah, the dark and light maid alternatively,
Great, full, like a magnet:
Stand tall, so creativity is so prosperous -
Fallen flowers and filled with sorrow.
赵振江 Translation
4
So what you hear
I say
Sometimes weak
Footprints on the beach as seagulls.
Necklace, drunken bell
From a distance I have to say.
More like you, not me.
Like ivy crawling up my old suffering.
Climb the walls still wet.
You should be scolded for you this cruel game.
They escaped from my dark lair.
You are full of everything, full of everything.
Previously, they occupy occupy your stillness,
They are more familiar than you my grief.
Now, I want them to tell you
Want you to listen, you listen to me Whispering.
The wind dragged their pain, as past.
Sometimes dream of the hurricane are still being knocked over.
Pain in my voice, you hear nothing else.
Old Boys of the mouth in the lament, the old begging in the bloodshed.
Love me, companion. Do not abandon me, follow me.
Follow me, companion, and in the waves of pain.
But my love for you if contaminated.
All you hold, hold everything.
I compiled them an endless necklace
For your white hands, Rouni such as grapes.
程步奎 Translation
6
I remember your autumn look.
You peace of mind wearing a gray beret.
Twilight of the flame in your eyes shine.
Leaves falling in the water of your soul.
Fujieda you like nestling in my arms
Leaves the slow serene voice to listen to you.
Lost in the burning fire of my desire.
Sweet blue hyacinth coiled in my mind.
I feel your eyes roam the fall in the very remote;
Gray beret the birds whisper quiet heart
That is where my deep desire to fly
I am happy to be printed on hot kiss.
Lookout on board the sky from the hills overlooking the field.
Your memories are a pool of light is the smoke is still water!
Hongxia evening burning deep in your eyes.
Autumn leaves in your mind in the Xuanwu.
Wang in Translation
9
Leaning into afternoon, I cast a sad network
Towards your oceanic eyes.
In that fire, my lonely stretch and burn
Arm twisting, as if drowned in water.
I let the red signal, through your blurred
Eyes, like the sea near the lighthouse move.
You have a dark, my distant woman,
From you, sometimes rising to the terrible coast.
Leaning into afternoon, I cast a sad network
Slap your eyes towards the sea the sea.
The birds of night peck at the rising stars stripping
Flashes when, as I love you heart.
In the hazy night mare on Mercedes-Benz
Shed in the land down the hem of a blue tassel.
程步奎 Translation
10
White bee honey in my intoxicated mind buzzing,
Correcting the smoke into your unadorned hovering flight.
I do not want people, no response, then
Lost everything, they have it all.
The last anchor, my last love for you creaking Mu.
In my desolate land, you are the last rose.
Ah silence you!
Close your eyes deep night in which the wings.
Ah your body, frightened statue, naked.
Your deep eyes, the night in which the threshing.
Cold arm full of flowers and roses knee.
Ah silence you!
This is not your loneliness.
Rain. Sea gulls chasing stray.
Water barefoot through the wet streets.
Leaves like a sick, complaining in the trees.
White bee, even if you go, my heart is still buzzing.
Your time in the regeneration, slim and silent.
Ah silence you!
程步奎 Translation
13
Woman's body, ah, white mountain, white legs,
You like a world, lying down herself to me.
I have thick body of a farmer cultivate your
And to her son from the depths of the earth fall to the ground.
I'm just a channel, the birds fly from me,
Night with its overwhelming force came over me.
To survive I forged you like forging a weapon,
Arrow on the bow like me, as I sling the stone.
The most violent moments here! And I love you.
Your skin, your hair, your thirst and solid breasts.
Oh, that handless winecup like breasts! Oh, that emotional eyes.
Oh, that rose like a belly! Oh, your breath, but deep sadness!
My woman's body, ah, I want you beautiful.
My desire, my boundless desire, my swing path.
My eternal thirst of black river flowing
And my subsequent tired, my endless pain.
Translated by Shen Rui
14
You light a day with the game and the universe.
Tranquility amongst the guests, you and the flowers and water were temporary.
Much better than me tightly reaction which caught you, and every day in my hand, the
A bouquet of white flowers in each bud.
Since I love you, you have different.
Let me put you in the yellow wreath of Caesar.
Who smoke in the south of the stars using the letters to write your name?
Ah, I remember you there before you.
Suddenly the wind howling knock on my window closed.
The sky is a net fish packing illusory.
Wind from all directions here, sooner or later, all the wind.
The rain off her clothes.
Passing birds, a camel ran away.
Wind ah, the wind.
I'm alone can resist the power of men.
Storm leaves rolled up black
Scattered turned parked in the sky last night all the boats.
You are here. Ah, you do not run away.
You will answer my last cry.
Central clinging to me like you really scared.
Even so, still a shadow across your eyes.
Now, right now, baby, you bring me honeysuckle.
Your breasts or even her fragrance exudes.
When the mournful wind to kill a butterfly
I love you, my happiness to bite your lips red cherry.
To adapt to how much pain I will make you suffer,
My wild and lonely soul, my name is escape.
How many times have we watched the burning of Morningstar, kissing our eyes.
Our heads the gray light spread it spins the fan.
I like the way the words rain down to you, hit you.
Love you long time since I have been flashing a pearly luster of the body.
I even believe that you are the masters of the universe.
I will bring you happiness in the mountains of flowers, blue bells flowers
Black hazelnut, and a simple kiss baskets.
I want to
In the spring of your body to do cherry trees do.
Translated by Shen Rui
15
You do not say I love, like you out of my sight
Listen I catch you far, my voice does not keep up with you,
If your vision has gone away
Like a sweet kiss to your lips closed.
All in all, soak my heart,
From which you emerge with the way I feel.
Butterfly Dream as if you are the words: sad,
If you are my soul.
You remain silent and distant sight, I love,
Speak softly butterfly, you like to talk spits,
Listen I catch you far, my voice does not keep up with you,
Please let me accompany you silence blissful silence.
Let me also with your inner feelings to tell you the kind of silence.
It was light as bright as the ring generally frugal.
You seem like the night, quiet and clouds in the sky.
Your silence is like the stars, distant and quiet.
You do not say I love, like you out of my sight
Far too long and painful, if not already dead,
Then you say a word, and then exposed a laugh, I met
Me very happy, glad that this not be separated by death.
林一安 Translation
17
Missing, entangled in the deep shadow of solitude.
You are in the distance, oh, far more than anyone else.
Missed, unfettered birds, dissolving images,
Buried lights.
Fog bell tower, in how far the distance!
The boredom of lament and, after the dim hope
Silent mill,
The night off to you, face down, away from Chengxiang.
You are from abroad, like a strange item.
I think, to explore the vast, life before you.
On any person in my life, I hard life.
Facing the sea burst into shouts and between the rocks,
Free and unrestrained, crazy, being in the waves.
The raging tide of grief, howling, the sea of loneliness.
Forge ahead and, violently stretching to the sky.
You are a woman, you are? What light, what the wind letter
The fan in the broad? Your past as far as they are now.
Forest fire! Blue cross burning.
Burn, burn, flame raised, hung in the bright sparks tree.
Breaks down, crackling. Fire, fire.
My heart dance, curly hair worn in a fire.
Who is calling? What kind of silence filled with the echo?
Nostalgic moments, happy moments, lonely moments.
I'm into it all the time!
Wind, singing songs, running across her hunting horn.
Crying with passion Yuqi wrapped tight to my body.
All the roots of the shaking,
All the waves of the attack!
In my mind wandering, happy, sad, rain, endless.
Missed, buried deep in the light of solitude.
Who are you? Who are you?
程步奎 Translation
20
Tonight I can write the most desolate lines.
For example write: "the night starry skies,
The name of the blue stars shiver in the distance. "
The night wind revolves in the sky and singing echoed.
Tonight I can write the most desolate lines.
I used to love her and sometimes she loved me.
Good night tonight like those I had left her in his arms.
In the endless sky, again and again kissed it.
She loved me once, and sometimes I loved her.
She lost in a big pair of eyes tell me, how can we not like it.
Tonight I can write the most desolate lines.
Iraqis thought I lost and felt she had to leave.
I listened to the vast night, more immense without her and the night.
Verse like dew drops in the heart landed in the grass.
I love not keep her have anything to do that.
Star night sky, and she is not with me.
This is it, some people singing in the distance. In the distance.
Lost her, my heart in a melancholy.
Seemed to come near her, I find her eyes.
Looking for my heart, and she is not with me.
The same night, those trees are still dressed in silver.
We then couple, at the moment is no longer the same.
Yes, I no longer love her, but what I have been infatuated with her.
My voice tried to find the wind, passed along her good side.
The others. She will belong to someone else. As part of my lips before.
Her voice, her bright and clean body, and that deep eyes.
Yes, I no longer love her, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, but their hearts are so negative long.
Like a good night tonight because of those I had left her in his arms,
Lost her, my heart in a melancholy.
Although this is the last she gave me pain,
And these may be the last I wrote her a poem.
Jiang Zhi of Translation
21 Song of Despair
Surfaced in my exposure to the night of your memory.
It continued to lament the river connected to the sea.
Like dawn in the terminal as if abandoned.
The moment is gone, abandoned people, ah!
Corolla cold rain down upon my heart.
Ah gully debris, disaster ferocious den!
You here, the accumulation of war and flight assembly.
You here, shake the wings of birds of poetry.
You swallowed everything, as far as the ocean
As time. You here all disaster!
This is the moment of attack and the joy of kissing.
Moment of surprise daze, like a lamp lit.
Helmsman of anxiety, exasperation blind diver,
Chaos intoxicated love you here all disaster!
In the lost childhood, my soul Puchi injured.
Hopeless Explorer, you here all disaster!
Catches hold of you suffering, clinging to the desire
Sorrow you fall, you here all disaster!
I made the shadow of the wall back,
From there, the desire to go further from the action.
Flesh ah, my flesh and blood, but lost the woman I loved,
In the wet time, I call to you, for you to make songs.
Inclusive of a glass as you infinite tenderness,
And endless oblivion like you broke a cup.
It is dark black on the island solitude,
There, a woman of love, your arms around me.
It was thirst and hunger, and you are fruit.
It was suffering and destruction, and you is a miracle.
Woman ah, I do not know how you can hold me
In the land of your soul, hold in your arms in the cross!
I tell you most desire is the most terrible short
Most fascinated by the ups and downs, the most intense the greed.
Kiss the cemetery, the grave even if you have fire,
Although the birds peck the grapes in the combustion.
Gnawing mouth, ah, kissed limbs, ah,
Hunger's teeth, ah, entangled body ah.
Hope and strength to the crazy intersection, ah,
In which we link, we are one of despair.
And tenderness, too, such as water, such as mild powder.
And the language is almost just started on the lips.
This is my destiny, my desire to sail on it,
I desire to fall on it, you here all disaster!
Ah, the rubble of the gully, and all you here in the fall,
What you do not squeeze the pain, what the waves do not drown you?
From wave to wave you are still calling in the singing.
Standing on the bow of a vessel, like a sailor.
When you are still flowering in the singing, you still broken in the rapids.
The rubble of the gully ah, the pain of the deep open big mouth.
Pale blind diver, the ill-fated stoning hand,
Lost explorers, and you here everything is a disaster!
The moment is gone, the harsh and cold moments
Dominate the night all the time.
Belt around the roaring sea coast.
Hanxing gradually rising, blackbirds have migration.
Like dawn in abandoned docks,
Only the shadow trembling in my hands rub.
Ah, far from all right. Ah, away from everything.
Is the departure of the moment. Abandoned people, ah!
Wangyangleyi
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International Brigades came to Madrid
Morning, a cold month
Month struggle, was muddy and smoke pollution February,
No knee month, is unfortunate and sad month siege of torment.
People through the windows of my house wet
Hear the wolves of Africa in the teeth with rifles and bloody howl,
Apart from the dreams of gunpowder, no other hope,
That the world is only a greedy, violent devil,
At this time, breaking the cold month of frost in Madrid,
The twilight of the dawn
I use this pair of eyes, with a good insight into the mind Fengyun
See the sincerity, just save the soldiers came
They like a column of rock
Witty, strong, mature and enthusiastic.
It is a sad moment
Women are enduring
The same horrible criminals like parting,
Spain's death more than other parts of the brutal death, brutal
Farmland covered with wheat seedling planting.
The blood of the people injured in the street
And from the homes destroyed in the heart of the water to flow out of the confluence of:
The children were broken bones, mothers
Dressed in mourning, heartbreaking silence
Unarmed people could not open the limit no longer clear,
This is the loss and grief,
Sewage is to be station garden
Flowers that will never be killed and beliefs.
Comrades,
Then
I see you,
My eyes are still filled with pride
Because I see you braved the early morning frost
Pure Castile came to the battlefield,
The same as the pre-dawn bell
Quiet, strong,
You solemnly grand, blue eye from afar,
The corner from you from losing your country,
From your sleep.
Full of burning tenderness, shoulder the rifle,
To defend the city in Spain
This freedom is being besieged by wild beasts devour
Will fall and die.
Brothers, from now on
For young and old, well known
Your solemn history, your innocence, your perseverance
Corrosive sulfur gases down to the mine,
Step up to the inhuman slave,
It spread to all the desperate people's hearts,
Let all the stars, Castile
And all the world's ears of corn
Bearing in mind that you have the name of your hard fight against the
As solid as the red oak and a great victory.
Because your own life
The loss of faith, empty soul
And the confidence of the earth new life
An endless river, with a flock of steel and hope,
Along your rich, your noble,
The body of your comrades
Along the valley as if stained with blood flow.
(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
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Aggressor
They came.
The past, they
Who will be devastated Nicaragua.
Texas had the misappropriation.
Valparaiso has been the abuse.
Still with dirty claws
Puerto Rico's throat
Pinch tight.
Them to the DPRK.
They came.
With incendiary and U.S. dollars,
With destruction, blood,
Tears and ashes.
With death.
They came.
Burned alive in the village
Infant and mother.
The combustion of petrol bombs
Toward
Bright flower school.
Against the life and living to do.
From the air
Find and kill
Mountain
Finally, a farmer.
They amputated
Pretty breasts women guerrillas.
Prisoners of war to the bed, shot.
They came.
With the stars and clubs.
Also kill the aircraft.
They came.
Only a sudden death.
Smoke, ashes, blood, souls.
(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
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Means: the shadow
To consider what hope, a harbinger of what is pure,
To be buried in the heart of what real kiss,
The yield to lonely and the source of wisdom,
Gentle and safe, always uneasy in the water and soil?
For long-term stability, numbness in my shoulders
What worship in what way the dream angel wings and flexible,
The road that leads to death of stars, is
Many centuries ago, many months of hard flying start?
Creatures may be more innate cowardice doubts
Suddenly the time to seek a permanent and fixed space
Perhaps the hard years of cumulative fatigue and
Tides like the sea, like new
Sad stretch of abandoned shore head.
Oh, so now I continue to exist and cease to exist,
I yield to comply with the conditions of iron and steel,
Born just to die and do not disturb Thriller
I wish to leave to the depths of their own.
Then, now I am all in one place and time
Will be recognized and affirmed the eager witnesses,
Been careful to destroy yourself, save yourself,
Responsibility for failure to perform the original oath.
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Education chiefs
Laoluo Da is a slender arrow,
Agile and blue, is our father.
Only the silence of his childhood,
Youth is power.
Prime is the wind direction.
He exercises himself as a spear.
His feet should be familiar with the waterfall,
He learned the skills of llama.
Shelter in the snow cave.
Ambush Yingjiu food.
Discover the secrets of the rock.
Missed fire petals.
Sipping a cold spring.
Burning in Hell Canyon.
He is the carnivorous birds of the hunter.
His cloak stained with victory.
Night he knew Pa map.
Stop pouring sulfur.
He mastered speed, fast as light.
Slow autumn at his disposal,
In the invisible hole in the ground work.
Sleep on mats in the snow.
Action as arrows.
When on the road nascent,
Take to the sea treasure.
Teach their ferocious as gloomy god.
Each tribe in the kitchen for dinner.
Learn the language of lightning.
Can sniff out flying ash.
Wrapped around his heart with the black.
He translated the smoke winding password.
To enrich themselves with silence.
As oiled as the olive branch.
Let themselves into hard transparent crystal.
Following the hurricane example.
Until the blood goes out to their own challenges.
At this time, he can afford with their own people.
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Rain Knight
Water source, water wall, struggling
Alfalfa and oats,
Little by little, thin rope woven into the brutal
Between the wet night,
Sad sad drops continuously,
Anger across the sky.
Delicious horse riding,
The impact of the water, the brown-red
Separated from the rock and water body:
Who smoke like crazy hot milk,
Strong water and dove.
The days are rain days
And turbulence green pool,
The Horseshoe to the dramatic space and time
Na Ruma body fragrance and rain
Pomegranate shade,
Blankets, saddle, blanket
Crowded as the burning sulfur on horseback
Toward the contemplation of the forest.
Much further, much further, much further, much further,
Much further, much further! Much further, but also far far away,
Rider down the rain wall, rider
Hazel suffered through the rain
Distortions in the vibration of the eternal light in the wheat.
Shuiguang, vertical and horizontal electro-optical
Flow through the leaves, in sharp hooves
Calm water, pouring the injury in the soil.
Wet reins Zhike arches,
The full sound of the sound foot, plant the night
Stars like the ice broken, like the moonlight, the horse Tornado
Negative with Jianshang, like the ghost of the ice hard,
Covered with new hand in anger,
Advance on the apple surrounded by fear
And it raised the banner of the great empire appalling.
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Quiet
Let us count from one to twelve,
Then everyone quiet.
Let us try, on Earth
Shut up do not speak any language,
Quiet for a second,
Let us stop the hands.
Must have been marvelous moment,
No hurry, no locomotives,
The unrest in the twinkling of an eye,
Let us each try to be.
In the cold sea,
Allow fishermen to stop killing whales,
Let people salt mining
Strain to see their own hands.
Manufacturing green of the war,
Manufacture of gas shells fired shells Yi people
Ruthless winner
Let them put on clean clothes,
Do not do anything, just like brothers
A walk to the shade.
Do not misunderstand, I am not
Asked nothing to do:
I only ask for life
I do not want to deal with death.
Even if we can not agree
Change their lives,
Perhaps a moment of deep silence
To temporarily eliminate this tragedy.
This endless period of the divide,
And take another life-threatening,
Maybe the earth will teach us realize
When everything seems to have died,
In fact, still alive.
Now with a count of twelve,
Waiting for you to calm down, I will go.
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Farewell
I can only play tragic roles.
Thunder and Roses
I never had to greet each other.
I have not created a world, there is no
Made over the clock and wave, there is no hope
Have my portrait on the wheat.
Since never been to the places where they have lost so much,
I can only stop between extinct in
And keep Yi Zhisuo minutes
Only allow a Jinshan
Dissolved in a glass of water in winter.
Traveler ask ourselves, is not a waste of time
Pushed to the more distant the Road
But back to the original starting point of lament
Back to consume, therefore I am a,
Back again farewell, and then leave.
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Blade edge
This is a gentle soul, I look forward to,
This is the soul of today, fixed
As if the moon pieces,
Kind of suffocation in the terrible, still.
If a stone falls
Like the night sky
Fist appears,
I would use a cup to catch it:
Full of light with
Caught wandering the dark,
Catch disturbing objects.
I just want the youth of heaven
And richness of the earth
A quiver:
Just want a fire, the impact of
A landing.
Dark earth, ah, please save me from the key:
If I could open, fall upon
The disaster hard to go back behind closed doors the sky,
I can prove nothing,
Prove me who is not,
Prove that I did not exist.
I look forward to a star
Moon Xiujian,
Tianshi a ray of light,
Rampant in the spring
Grass world, in the breast milk, the
Honey in the roaming in the lazy
Quiet and wait;
Waiting for hope
I firmly believe that their
Has
Signed an agreement with the storm,
Anger has been with the reconciliation,
The soul has been opened,
Have heard the killer entered,
But I like the night in talk.
Another came forward to say barking.
I frost the eyes,
Silver in mourning
Is the gift of heaven,
I did not see knife can not see the dog,
Hear the bark.
And I'm here, when the seed was born,
And as open as the lips,
All fresh and incredible.
I was dead,
To kill, and
I'm with the Spring
With the birth.
Here is a leaf,
One ear, I heard whispers,
A thought:
I was new life,
From the toes to the hair
Full of pain,
My mouth laughing:
I stood up
Because the sun came out.
Because the sun came out.
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War
To, appointed to the hat,
Glasses left mounds, as well as
Men and women, urban,
Rise from the ashes,
Look at this infiltration
Tears of a manuscript.
, The black snow, Siberia
Injustice of loneliness,
Residual grief
When the chains spread out,
When the thick darkness of the night
Scattered into a righteous person in the fog, come on.
Air killer coke firing
Asiatic puppet
Lift up your empty eyes,
No longer see the girl's waist
Leave you and incineration,
Under the firewall, or
The death of the rice fields.
Burning of materials alone, even
Just around the victims
Many people escape from the heaven,
Although I live
Feel ashamed.
Bright sunlight
Drying clothes
Taught me to think of a broken leg
Then reached into his pants and the arms will not
Body by Yinru
And fragmentation of the heart,
Century shoes
World filled with boots,
And many, many feet
Already destroyed by frost, flame,
Gas and ax!
Back then the heavy burden
Constant punishment,
Bending my waist:
I paid a high price to learn how to accept
Unsolvable for each death,
Undergoing unnecessary
Crime, remorse:
After the brutal atrocities,
In retaliation immediately after
Perhaps we who are not innocent,
Because many people lost their lives
And we continue to survive.
Maybe we deprive
Beloved flesh and blood life.
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Portrait stone
I do know him, so many years
With him, told him the nature of gold and rock spent the
He was a tired man:
In Paraguay, he left behind parents,
Leave nephew,
Leave Qijiu,
Leave the house and the hen,
Leave open book.
They come Mengen.
He opened the door, then to the police away,
They tortured him
Until he is vomiting blood, from France to Denmark,
To Spain to Italy, around Floating and
And then died, from me to see his face,
Not hear the deep silence
Once, in the stormy night,
When the snow weave
Clean gown draped ridge
I am on horseback distant
Saw my friend:
Rock is his face,
Looking storm shadow of his book,
Wind in his nose broken
Persecuted long roar:
Exiles stopped in here:
Into rock, country homes.
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Sonata and destruction
After walking for a long time in who knows how long and how far
Confused as if to estates and territories,
Grief support me hope for a separate,
With hand in hand with the bad, serious matters for dreams,
I love it still was tough in my eyes,
In the hearts of riders still hear my footsteps
The fire was still sleeping and destroyed bite of salt:
At night, in darkness, the sadness in the fly,
He kept staring at the edge of the camp,
Unsuspecting travelers,
Detained in the shadow of the black gradually, in the quiver of the wings in
I felt my presence - my arms like a rock to defend me.
In the human can not produce tears the Temple of science
In my monotonous, hard work in the afternoon,
Phi covered in the desolate moonlight cemetery
Familiar with the spiders, I love the ruins so strong,
I lost my self-value, I have a physical defect,
I hit the silver and eternal loss.
Rounded sparkling grape, the wine its funeral
Still dithering, is still retained,
Barren possession, is not a reliable home
Cinder who had held the ceremony?
Who love the things that the loss of concern for absolute things?
His father's bones, the remains of wrecked vessels,
His own farewell, his own escape,
The strength of his own grief, the God of his misery?
I lay waiting for the moment, so that no life, and that injury,
So strange that - I raised it
With a cruel way, written in ashes
I choose to be forgotten in the form of
I gave the name of the earth, I dream of the value of
The winter with my eyes, I divided the
The number of boundless horizon, in this world every day.
1933
Translated by Shen Rui
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Rain
No, better not to recognize the Queen
Your face, which is more sweet
This way, my love, sweeter than the idol,
The weight of your hair in my hands, do you remember?
Mango tree flowers, fall
In your hair? Unlike those finger
White petals: see them, they look like roots,
They hit like the stone is sliding
Scorpions. Do not be afraid, we are waiting for the rain to come, naked,
Rain, is similarly down in Manu Tara hill.
Stones used as percussion,
Rain down on us, we gently rinse
Capistrano library to cave under Lara
In dim. So be it,
Do not let the fisherman or liquor vendors to see you.
Your breasts burning my mouth buried in it,
Let your hair to be my little night
Moist and fragrant black seal me.
At night I dream of you and I are two plants
Long together, tangled roots,
And you know the land and the rain just like to know my mouth,
Because we are made by the Land and rain. Sometimes,
I think we will fall asleep due to the death, sinking
Idol feet deep, see
Brought us here to build and love the ocean.
When they meet you, my hands did not as hard as iron,
Another sea water
They seem to flow over a network; now, water and stone hidden seeds
And secret.
Asleep, naked, love me: the shore
You are like islands; you confused love
Your amazing love, hidden deep in the dream hole
The sea that surrounds us like the volatility.
When I entered your
Love, sleep, naked,
Put my hand on your chest to make it
And the nipple was wet with rain fibrillation.
1950
Translated by Shen Rui
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Ode to clothes
Every morning you wait,
Clothes in a chair,
Let's vanity,
My love,
I hope my body
To fill you,
I just got up from sleep,
Do not ever post on the watercourses
Into your sleeve,
Looking for my legs
Empty your legs,
In this way, you
Tireless loyalty to embrace
I had to travel outside the pasture,
I moved into the poem,
I look out the window,
All kinds of things,
Men, women,
Action and struggle
Kept myself
Against my own,
Working with my hands
Opened my eyes
The variety of taste in your mouth,
In this way,
Clothes, ah,
I make you you look like,
When pushing your arms,
Brake the bands of your stitches
So that your life
Filled with the taste of my life.
Your waves
Echoes in the wind
Like my soul,
In the worst hour,
You stick
My bones
Empty, at night
Dark, sleep
People with their ghost
Fill you my wings.
I asked
Is there one day
Bullet
From the enemy
To you with my blood contamination
And then
You will die and I also
Or maybe
Not so
Theatrical
But more simple
You will gradually get sick,
Clothes, ah,
And I, with my body
Together
We will enter
Earth.
This made
Every day
I greet you
With respect, then
Make you forget you hug me
Because we are one
Will continue to face
Wind, together, at night,
In the street or struggle,
A body
Maybe, maybe, one day stops.
1954
Translated by Shen Rui
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Word
Word
Born in blood,
Growth in the dark body, beating,
Fly from the lips and mouth.
From more distant and more recent local
Still, it is still in the production
Fathers from the dead and roam the races,
The poor are tired from her tribe who have
Return to the land in the stone,
Because when the pain started to enter
Residents have the road departure and arrival
The new combination of land and water re-
The planting of new words.
In this way, this is the legacy -
This is the wavelength that it links us
And those dead people, join us and
Things not yet revealed the new dawn light.
The air still vibrating
Since the word first
Put
Fears and sighs.
It from the dark
Looming
Until now
That word, still not mine
Rail rolling thunder rolling across a camel,
This first
Whispered words -
Perhaps it was only a gurgling sound, a drop of water,
Or heavy rain, pouring pouring ah.
Later, words full of meaning.
It kept giving birth, full of life.
All things related to birth and sound -
Sure, clear, power,
Negative, destruction, death -
Grab all the power of the verb
Flavor to stir one exists
In its current for the United States.
Human words, syllables,
The scattered light associated with the outstanding artistic silversmith,
Genetic glass
Together to exchange of blood -
There is still gathering place
Perfection in human terms.
Moreover, humans do not speak is dead -
Language and even extended to the hair, the
Do not start mouth to mouth to speak -
Eyes suddenly is words.
I picked up the words, weigh with it,
It seems nothing is more personal form,
It makes me fear the way, I found my way
Every word spoken through the changes -
I made the sound approached me I did not speak
The limits of words and silence.
I drink a word, raised his
A word or a shiny cup,
I drink inside
The language of pure alcohol
Or the endless water
Maternal source of words, ah,
Cup and water and wine
Had my song
Because the source of the verb is that
And a vibrant life - This is the blood,
Express the nature of the blood
This implies that the expansion of his own -
Words to the quality of the glass to glass, to give blood to blood,
To life to life itself.
1962
Translated by Shen Rui
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Poetry
At that age...... poetry comes
For me. I do not know, I do not know it
Where did they come from, from winter or from a river.
I do not know how or when,
No, they are not sound, they are not
Words, not silence,
But I heard it from the street the call
From the night of the branches,
Suddenly the crowd,
Wildfire in the
Or the lonely way home,
I have no face there,
And it touched me.
I do not know what to say, my mouth
No way
Read out the name,
My blind
And something started in my soul,
Fever or forgotten wings,
And I began to try to
Groping
That fire,
Wrote the poem the first line of vague,
Vague, no substance, pure
Nonsense,
What people do not understand
Pure wisdom.
And suddenly I saw
Sky
Loose
Open
Planets
Throb of the newly opened land
The shadow of a hole
Full of holes
An arrow, shot through the fire and flowers,
Wind stirring the night, the universe.
And I, insignificant existence,
Indulge in the great sky,
Expansive
Mysterious
Representation, image
Feel that the abyss is
Just part of the
I co-transfected with the stars,
My heart took off in the wind.
1964
Translated by Shen Rui
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Lonely
Things have not happened so suddenly
I stay there forever,
Do not know, people do not know me,
Like I was under a chair,
If I lost it in the night -
So this is not the case then
But I have to stay forever.
I asked back to the people,
Those women and men,
Their full confidence in doing so
How do they learn to life;
They do not really answer
They continued to dance and live.
This has not been decided in a
The Silence of the people who happen
I do not want to talk about it
Stay there because I was waiting for;
The day in which local and
I do not know what happened
But I know now I have not the same person.
1964
Translated by Shen Rui
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Friends back
When a friend dies
He returned to your body once again dead.
He searched until it finds you,
You kill him.
Let us note that - walk,
Eat, talk -
His death.
All of his past has been minimal.
Everyone is aware of his grief.
Now he is dead, and rarely mentioned.
His name Dunqu, no nostalgia.
However, he still came back after death
Only here will we think of him.
He begged to try to attract our attention.
We have not seen, nor want to see.
Finally, he walked away, never to return,
Will not come back, because now no one needs him.
Translated by Chen Li
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Marine
More pure than the body waves,
Salt washing the shore,
And bright birds
Flight, the ground had no root.
Translated by Chen Shi
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More than just fire
Yes ah, I remember,
Ah shut your eyes
As if from the inside is full of black light,
Your body like a open hand,
Like a clump of white moonlight,
And carnival,
When Thunder kill us
When the sword of chopped roots,
Click to send light, Mainz,
When we
Gradually, gradually
Recovery
Seems to float from the sea,
From the wreck
Back injury
Between a rock and red algae.
But
There are other memories,
Not only the flowers from the flame
There are a small bud
Suddenly
When I got on the train
Or in the street.
I see you
Wash my handkerchief,
In the window
Hang my broken socks,
In your body, all the joy
Such as the flash of light, fleeting,
Your posture is still,
Re is
Every day
Little wife,
Again the people,
Humble man,
The pride of the poor
As you do not
Dissolving the ashes of love
Agile Rose
But all of life,
All life, including soap and sewing,
Including my favorite smell
We will have no kitchen or
Fiddle with your hands in there, fried potatoes
Singing in the winter of your mouth
Serve until the barbecue
This is what I want forever
The land of happiness.
Ah my life
More than a fire, burning our
And all of life,
Simple story,
Simple love
Women and men
Like everyone.
程步奎 Translation
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Dead
If you suddenly no longer exists,
If you suddenly are no longer alive,
And the dark purple sweet.
Just a few miles of the night,
Village at dawn
Humid distance
A handful of soil separates us, wall
Transparent
We do not have crossed, and thus life,
Since then, to be between us
Arranged a heavy sea and land,
And we can finally get together,
Beyond the space
Step by step, find each other,
From one ocean to another ocean,
Until I saw the sky on fire
Mainz your hair flying in the firelight
You do not live with a meteor flame bolt
Toward my kiss,
When you integrate into my blood,
My mouth to taste
Our childhood
Wild plums and sweet,
I hold you tight in my arms
Like to regain the life and earth.
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Make Qiu Bi Chubby the top
Wangyangleyi
This poem is the most influential Neruda, published one of the highest number of poems.
First published in 1946 in Venezuela, "Journal of the National Culture", the 1950
Income "poetry collection" (a translation of "Man songs on") the second edition.马克丘 Bi
Chubby is located southeast of the Andes, in Cusco City, northwest of town about 112 public
Where the ancient Indians of the castle, north to south and 700 meters, 400 meters from east to west, in the
Sakan Taiwan snowy mountainside, from the ruins of the building composed of 216. Neruda
On October 22, 1943 ride to visit this ancient castle, two years after the creation of this
Long poem. The poem of twelve chapters, as with Make Qiu Bi Chubby (Macchu
Picchu) of the twelve letters, and even the day of twelve hours and twelve year
Month agreement, although this ancient Inca culture with no common.
I
From space to space, as if in an empty net,
I walk in the middle of the street and the environment, come and leave.
When autumn arrives, leaves stretch like coins,
In the spring and wheat, and is the greatest love of it,
Like a glove in the fall,
Given to us, like a huge moon.
(Those turbulent years,
I was in the body of the storm over the past;
The silence of the steel becomes acidic,
The night is broken up, until the last point fines,
Country that is newly married violations fiber. )
Between a violin waiting for me,
Chatting away with one of the world like a buried tower
Spire buried so deep,
Hoarse than all of the sulfur-colored leaves still deep;
But also deep in the golden years of geological,
The weather seems to be changing wrapped sword.
I took the hand of chaos and sweet
Deep into the earth where the best breeding.
I put a deep forehead between the waves,
Like a drop of water, down to the quiet in the sulfur;
Like a blind man and return to
Depletion of human jasmine spring.
II
If the flower buds are still high given the length of the other flower
It still rocks, and grit diamond
Scattered broken coat preserved flowers,
While others crumpled the source from the ocean surge
Collected bright petals,
Pulse drilling with the metal in his hand.
Suddenly, in the clothing and smoke, the tilt Wherever the table,
Something like a pile of clutter, leaving the soul:
Is quartz, is jealous, is a sea of tears,
As if the cold pond: but he
Paper, with hate, kill it, torture it,
It overwhelmed in the daily stampede of carpet,
Evil in the barbed wire clothes tear it.
Not: in the corridors, open space, sea or road,
Who would not with a dagger (like flesh-colored poppy)
Defend their blood? Tiger has to pull out
Market Qixiyanyan sell the tragic lives,
Thus, from a height of plum,
Years of dew, in anticipation of its branches
Leaving a crystal clear message, ah, mind yo,
Ah, in the fall in raw bare the emptiness of the brow.
How many times, cold winter in a city street,
Bus, evening the ship,
Or the most heavy loneliness, the festival of the night,
Bells and shadow, people come together in joy,
I want to stop and the eternal search for the esoteric context,
It is engraved in stone on the front or kissing in the isolated flash.
(Grain which is like a pregnancy, like the small breasts
A golden story, endlessly repeated a number
That germ of the skin, so soft, and
Always the same, shelling out as ivory;
Flow into that country Yingjie,
Snow from the lonely wilderness until the blood-red waves. )
I did not seize, in addition to falling down
Face or face a bunch of fake, as if the gold ring hollow,
Like fury of the fall clothes messy daughter
They made the solemn tragedy of the tree of race inevitably shudder.
I have no place to rest my hand,
It is like spring water that _set_s the chain flow
Or, as chunks of coal or crystal as a firm,
I hand out the heat should be restored or cold.
What is man? In which part of his speech,
Between the warehouse and the boos, started his life?
Campaign in which he places the metal,
Active in the immortality of eternal life?
III
Creatures like corn, things from the past infinity barn
Threshing out; from the tragic experiences,
From one to seven to eight,
From more than one death, but many deaths, to each person.
Every day, just a little death, but the dust, just maggots,
Is the outskirts of the mud off the lights, a little thick wing death,
Piercing each individual, as if a Duanmao.
It is bread, who was plagued by a dagger,
Is the shepherd, is the son of the harbor, or plow gray black leaders,
Or rodents on the crowded street.
Everything is in a coma waiting for his death, his short
Promoting the death of each day.
His bad days and nights of suffering,
A shudder as if holding up the black drinking cup.
IV
Strong violence deaths, many times invited me,
It is like waves in the invisible salt
Spread the taste of its invisible;
It is as if each half of the sink and rise;
It is like a huge wind and ice structure.
I came to the edge of iron; to
Canyon air, agriculture and stones shroud;
To the dead end of the empty sign;
The road to go round the circle; however,
Ah, death, and boundless sea, you are not to wave after wave
Come, but bright and clean as if the night's Mercedes-Benz,
All figures like the night.
You never came welling up in his pocket;
Your visit is not possible without the red vestments,
No Silence surrounded the dawn of the carpet,
Do not fly or bury the legacy of tears.
I can not love a life like the love of a tree
Canopy (leaves tens of millions of deaths) on a small fall
The death of all hypocrisy, and
There is no resurrection of the land is not the abyss.
I want to swim in a broader life,
Mouth in a more spacious,
It gradually declined until me
Shut the door to close, let me hand source
Not touch the wound that does not exist,
So I want to, a street, one a river,
A one city, one by one bed,
Let my hair through the desert salt of exhumation,
Poor in the final room, no lights, no fire,
No bread, no rocks, no silence,
Alone, wander about in my own death in the death.
V
Dignified death, you are not iron bird feathers,
That poverty is not the successor of residence,
Diet in a hurry, to bring under the loose skin;
But the other, the string is stopped petals
Looking fight breast is not the atoms,
Is falling dew thick on his forehead.
This is a little death, it is not renewable,
Without peace there is no land,
Only a skeleton, a clock, it is among people die.
I opened the bandage iodine; put his hands back into
To kill the endless pain of death;
In the trauma, I only Fengdao gust of cold,
From a crevice in the mind blowing fuzzy.
VI
So, I'm tangled in the dense jungle of shrubs,
Climbing stairs earth,
To you, Make Qiu Bi Chubby, walked.
You are the rock layers of high-Lei Cheng City,
Finally, do not hide in the earth
Sleeping under the vestments of the living things.
You here, as if two parallel lines,
The cradle of lightning and the cradle of humanity,
In the spiny entangled with twisting in the wind.
Stones of the mother, condor bubble.
The dawn of the noble human dike.
Forgotten in the first batch of sand in the big shovel.
This is home, this is the place;
Here, full of corn kernels,
Rising and falling, as if the red hail.
Here, the golden fiber llama
To love, to the grave, to his mother, to the king,
To prayer, to the warrior, woven into clothing.
Here, people's feet and the eagle's feet
With the rest on the dangerous mountain cave
Thundering steps to tread the thin mist at dawn,
Touch the land and rocks,
Until death in the dark, or understanding them.
I looked at the clothes and hands;
Looked at the ring traces of water in the cave;
It was a face looking at the contact of the softened wall
It looked at my eyes light on the land,
It lost my hand to the wood oil,
Because of everything: clothes, skin, glass,
Language, wine, bread,
Is gone, down into the soil.
Air in order to take the finger lemon,
All the people who fell asleep;
Thousands of air, many months, countless weeks of air,
Blue wind, iron mountain air,
Step by step like a soft wind,
Sharpen lonely rock around.
VII
Unique in the abyss of the dead, sinking in the shadows,
That deep level
As solemn as you.
That true, that the most heated of death came,
So from the scarred rock,
From the crimson stigma,
Gradual step-up from the water pipes,
You down, like in the fall,
Seems to die.
Today, the open air is no longer cry,
You are no longer familiar with clay feet,
You have forgotten the big jar,
Filtering the sky, let the light dagger through;
Sturdy trees were engulfed by clouds,
Cut down by high winds.
It withstood the pressure of the hand of a sudden,
From high-altitude, until the end of time.
You are no longer, spider hand
Weak lines, tangled fabric;
Lost your number: customs and habits,
Ancient syllables, luster brilliant mask.
However, the same stones and strong language,
City hands raised as if all of the cup;
Living and the dead, silent man, suffering from
So much death, that is, keep the wall; so many lives
Suddenly become a stone petals, purple rose of eternal,
Is this cold colonial Andes Road embankment.
Hand until the color of clay into clay,
Rope until the little eyelids closed,
Filled with rough walls, filled the fort,
Wait until all the people stuck to their caves,
Therefore left with this exact towering buildings,
This is the dawn of mankind the lofty position
This is the highest of silence filling the container,
After so many lives the life of a stone.
VIII
Climb with me go, american love.
Kiss with me the secret of the stones.
Uro torrent Bomba ① silver
Raising the pollen, flying into its yellow cup;
Flying in the gap in the tangled vines,
Flying in the stone plants, garlands hard between
Flying in the mountains on a quiet valley.
Come on, tiny life, came to earth
Between the two wings, but - crystal clear and cold,
Impact on the air, split a stubborn greenstone,
Turbulent water, ah, the water from the snow.
Love, love, even in the perilous night,
From the Andean sounds of flint,
Until the red dawn of knee,
Are always staring at the snow-blind son.
Ah, Bailian the loud Virgin Kamajor, ②
Thunder of the water in your broken into
White foam, like when the snow hit,
Strong southerly wind in your clipped,
Singing noisier, woke up the sky when
This is what you bring the language
Just to give you almost the Andean foam ear prolapse?
Who is holding a cold flashes,
Lock to stay at high levels,
Split in the ice in tears,
Jianguang on the lash in the fast;
Strong hit flower,
Lead warrior in bed
So much of rock's ultimate panic?
That was the spark of you by saying what?
The secret betrayal of your flash
Who travel around with the language?
Who break the ice in the syllable,
The language of black, golden banner,
Deep mouth, suppressed cry
Delicate in your vessel in the water?
Who, in the cut that came to visit from the earth's
Flowers eyelids?
Who, leaving behind a string of dead,
From your aging hands down
To the geology of the coal seam
They have been charged the night?
Who threw the tangled branches?
Who re-buried the words of farewell?
Love, love, ah, do not come to the edge,
Do not bury the head of worship;
Allow time to complete their own source of depletion of the statue of the hall,
Then, in rapid flowing water and the walls between
Collection Aidao the middle of the air,
Wind parallel plate
Red cross hit the mountains of the chaos of the river,
Dew of the wild devotion,
So climb in among the bushes, a flower to flower,
Inspired piece of spiral-down from a height Hydra.
In hillside areas, rocks and trees,
Powder green stars, bright forest
Man Figure ③ in boiling, as if an active Lake
Silent as if the new formation.
To my own life, to the dawn I Come
Until the lofty solitude.
The death of survival of the kingdom is still active.
Only the clock on the clock face, condor blood shadow
Black ship like that across the fleet.
① Uro Bomba, a river in Peru.
② Virgin Kamajors, a river in Peru.
③ Man map, the valley name.
IX
Eagle constellation, fog grapes.
Lost redoubt, blind machetes.
Broken belt, solemn bread.
Torrent-like steps, a myriad of eyelids.
Duanao triangle, a stone's pollen.
Light granite, stone bread.
Snake ore, stone roses.
Burial ship, stone spring.
Moon horse, stone of light.
Equally day and night foot, stone book.
Drum bursts of turmoil.
Sinking time of coral.
The wall of polished fingers.
The feathers fighting roof.
Branches of the mirror, the basis for the pain.
Grass, overthrew the throne.
Murderous claws system.
By a strong southerly slopes.
Motionless turquoise waterfalls.
Sleeper ancestral clock.
Snow ruled neck stocks.
Iron lying on his statue.
There is no closed approaching storm.
Puma's hand, the bloody rock.
Hat kind of tower, the snow kind of debate.
Rising from the fingers and roots in the night.
The windows fog, strong pigeons.
Bleak plants, a statue of thunder.
Base of the mountains, the ocean roof.
The Hawks lost the building.
Heaven of the string, high-altitude bees.
Blood level, construction of the stars.
Foam ore, quartz moon.
Andean snakes, clover on the forehead.
The dome of silence, pure country.
Sea, bride, church, trees.
Branches of salt, black cherry wings.
Snow teeth, cold thunder.
Claws, like the moon, the threat of stones.
Cool hair, the air action.
Hand volcanoes, dark waterfall.
Silver waves, the time direction.
X
Stone pine with stones; people, ah, where are you?
Air and then air; people, ah, where are you?
Time attached to time; people, ah, where are you?
Are you also the person that did not result
Broken into small pieces, is today
Street level that empty Shangshih eagle
When the soul to the grave
Step on the rotten dead autumn leaves?
The poor hands and feet, poor life......
Are the days of bright in you
Dissipated, as if the rain
Fall festival banner
It's food for a one in the dark
Dropped into the hollow's mouth?
Hunger, you are
The chorus of people, you are a secret plant, the root loggers;
Hunger, you want your reefs of this area increased
Up to become a towering forest of towers?
I am questioning you, the road salt,
Show me the spoon; construction,
Let me chew on rocks with a stick core,
I climbed the stone steps until all the no of all,
Until I grabbed the organs come into contact with people.
Make Qiu Bi Chubby is on the stone you stone pine,
The foundation, but it is rags?
The coal seam on the heap, and fill with tears at the end?
The burning of gold, that the above also
Fibrillation with large drops of large drops of red?
Bury you under the slave still me!
The poor from the earth dug out of hard bread,
Slave dress me
And his windows.
Tell me how to sleep when he was alive.
Told me that he is in a dream
Snoring, mouth half open, as if the fatigue
Dug in the wall of a black hole.
Ah wall, wall! His dream is to be a layer of stones each
Crimping, it fell below it along with the dream,
The same as the fall below the moon!
Old american, sank the bride,
Your fingers, sticking out from the jungle,
Nothing points to a height where the gods,
Gorgeous wedding flags in honor under
Doping in the dark and the sound of thunder spear.
Your fingers, too, is
Smoked rose hair, cold lines,
Valley is the new blood-red chest,
Transformed into bright fabric material, hard containers,
Buried american, you are also at the bottom,
The organs in pain, like the eagle, as still hungry?
XI
Let my hand into colorful glory
_Insert_ed into the night stones;
To forget the old heart,
Only the birds as a prisoner of the millennium, beating on me!
Let me now forget this happiness, it is also wider than the sea,
Because the person is wider than the sea and islands;
Should like to go down into them, and then emerge from the ground,
With the secret truth of the water and buried branches.
Let me forget about it, the broad stone, strong volume,
Universal scale, the cornerstone of the hive;
Let my hand now slid from the Colt
Coarse and rough clothes of blood on the hypotenuse.
Wrath of the condor in flight,
Beetle elytra like red shoe, smashed into my forehead.
Feathers that murderous blast, sweep
Black level tilt Shen stone dust.
I can not see the birds darting only, can not see it hook claws,
I only saw the old man, enslaved people, who sleep in the fields.
I saw a body, a thousand bodies, a man, a thousand women,
Night in the rain and wind among dark drowsy,
With heavy stones and statues:
Mason Juan, Wei Lake is the son of ①,
Juan catch cold, green stars son
Barefoot Juan, grandson of turquoise rock,
Brother, born with me to climb it.
① Juan, on behalf of ordinary people. Wei Lake is, the eighth world Inca of Peru,
1379-1430 reign.
XII
Brothers, born to climb with me.
To my hand, from you
The deep pain over and over regions.
Do not return to rock bottom
Do not return to the ground time,
Do not repeat the voice of your pain,
Do not turn you wear a hole in the eye.
Looking at me from the depths of the earth:
The Silence of the farmers, weavers, shepherds,
Protect you Llama horse trainer,
Masons on scaffolding dangerous,
Andean tears of carrying water husband,
Sensitive finger jewelry workers,
Oda trembling in the seeds of agricultural,
In the filling of clay in the pottery industry,
You buried the old pain,
New life into the cup Come on;
Put your blood, your wounds, to show me.
Said to me: here is the punishment,
Not done because the dazzling jewelry, or
Stone or earth is not timely contribution to the grain.
Show me that you crushed stones,
That sentence you at the spine of the wood.
I light up, the old flint,
The old lights, to see how many centuries
Whip the heavy fall of trauma
Bright blood-stained ax.
I came to die for your mouth to speak;
A collection of the earth
Swelling of the lips of all silent.
From the ground, said to me, this whole long night,
As if I was imprisoned together with you;
To say it to me all the chains and the chains,
Yoke and the yoke, feet and the feet;
Sharpen your hidden dagger,
Wear on my chest, on my hands,
A yellow light as if the river,
Buried in the mud of a river under the tiger;
It made me cry, hour, day, year,
Blind era, the stars of the century.
Give me silence, give me water, give me hope.
I struggle, I iron, I volcano.
Support my blood, in support of my mouth.
For my language, for my blood, to speak.
─ ─ from "poetry collection"
Shanghai Literature and Art Publishing House, 1984.12.
Home sweep the school production of Fuqin 　　

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