outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Kate Light
Slowly open
Some people may now be standing
The other side. Slowly open you know
You are their profligate
Open ground, and then
Entered.
You may be your
Once you have too much too much
Refined. See
Now,
That is how not
Fairness, it should not be
So hard - get -
There.
Gentle to open,
And shouting
I!
Once you're outside.
If you love to love with caution
Does not promote, or rash;
Do you understand?
This will be your job,
Do not order
But to the request.
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Perhaps hiding
Is my favorite place. May find
Treasure buried under a pile of eyebrows
Or, huddled in a bundle
Fear behind; endless track according to the same
Concessions until some trick ... ... maybe I
Resorted to a person rather than resorted to
Myself. I can pick up something that he
While the rest are unable to control - I never doubted
It's real or value; but if a person is not silent
Throw me a rope way, I stretch out?
Or retreat to some quiet place
There, I have no trouble in dreams
My lover, how he loves lonely ... ...
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We are
The edge of the bed by a separate night; you eagerly
Sleep, immersed in a liquid dream,
I continue to clean up my throat, throat
Fog blocked me like butter
Blocking the artery. This does not seem to have
Representation, clear your sleep sleep, I was in trouble
Goosebumps; who thought up the beach like a crab, move forward
Waves coming in until the light or washed them back, the crab-like
Thought could not complete a short road, in the sunny beach ... ...
I wish I could know what thought is slowly moving, and what road or street
Carefully guide should arrive in my life.
(You moved, muttering, as thought and speech
Still holding on like children in the dodge. )
At the moment, where I end up thinking hard shell regime,
Spiritual warrior, advance - retreat - advance
Fortress? Still struggle with the sun and the sea
Rock sheen: a small house at the moment, the moment distribution of the beach
Micro Mount blinding; now a pain to clean up the throat, bad -
Weak body - the secrets of the mind - and you, sweet
Soft sleeper, if you are certain promises - and keeping -
Who cry for me, forgiveness, salvation.
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Ghost
The edge of it in the sense of floating;
Twilight Yingying, ghost - pale and complete;
Sentences, sometimes words and sometimes tone of the -
The specter of lost youth, or decorated with precious stones of truth Ghoul -
With the increase gradually waking moment
Distance gradually.
We all have them inside, just outside the arrival.
How I envy those who only dream the dream of the people, ah;
Or those whose lives have enough people who dream of -
Nightmare mixed with a little bit of my every breath;
I wake up with a list of property; not love
Will use a smile greeted me, not to help me stand
Such a burden, the specter of more and more, not here
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If he saw her
If he looked at her, love will shine
Briefly; a combat game, in the
Between his fingers, he will continue to
Until the threshold of burning flesh by Wei -
Threat. It will burn, he will gaze -
Iwo meet with the atmosphere -
Darkness will be dispelled
Briefly. He briefly forget
His anger, the light will briefly
Into his dark place
Or heart or soul or self, or the open gap
Small Chamber of Secrets. But said that he burned, he will deny;
Said that he loved, he would exercise restraint.
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The end of a sonnet and then I will not change
I end a sonnet, and then will not change
A spirit, or touch a heart, or open a
Closed doors. If this could be so easy to arrange,
Poetry may not endure to be saved.
Pockets will be filled, the pillow will be filling.
Oh no, never shake a sonnet a door,
Breach of security, or let a bomb lifted.
It will never swam the moat, or pry open a box.
Rather, it touched a person, in any case,
Was an accident; a side effect, a little poor
It was dead when it pulled the impact of live pull its weight,
It's a midnight moonlight shows the coastline of the pond.
Yes, it may change the life, or more.
But this is not it would have to do.
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