The re-telling of a poet
　　(A radio drama)
　　Homer: poetry is a cry. You know, after removing the kind of clamor, a poem is left?
　　El Piney: do not know.
　　Homer: Nothing.
　　Professor: An Nuoni near Miletus, Milo An Nuomi is a giant next to a deaf.
　　(Coming from a faucet water ticking)
　　... ... Unimportant and common themes. An Nuomi adhere to a poem dedicated to a tamarisk, a common plant, lush and useless.
　　Homer: I have about the war
　　Lighthouse and ship
　　Hero killed
　　And the murder of a hero
　　But I forgot something.
　　I have about the scenery of the sea
　　Wall collapse
　　Fire in the grain
　　Flip the mound
　　But I forgot my kindred tamarisk
　　When he was alive
　　Break with a spear
　　He injured his mouth
　　Closed
　　He did not see
　　That the sea
　　That city
　　Did not see friends
　　He saw the
　　In the vicinity of his face
　　A tamarisk
　　Extension of his eyes
　　To the highest
　　Tamarix dry twigs,
　　At the same time avoiding
　　Brown and green leaves
　　Across the sky
　　No wings
　　No blood
　　No thought
　　No -
　　Professor: meaning and form the theme of the fall does not go hand in hand.
　　Homer: ... ... in the dark and silent in my body is maturing. This is more like spring land, full of unexpected possibilities. The new hair is covered by a layer of my skin. I began to find myself, began an investigation and description.
　　First, I want to describe myself
　　From the beginning of my head
　　Or get out of my arm
　　Precisely, the left arm
　　Or from the beginning of my hands
　　From the left hand little finger
　　My little fingers
　　Is warm
　　Gently curved inwards
　　Until a nail
　　It consists of three parts
　　Grow out directly from the palm
　　If and hand separation
　　It will become a full snake
　　It is a special finger
　　Is unique in the world left little finger
　　Been given to me straight
　　The other left hand little fingers
　　Is a cool abstract
　　Follow me
　　We share a common birth
　　Common date of death
　　And a common loneliness
　　Just my blood
　　Repeat from the dark flat hammer
　　Tightly grabbed that distant shore
　　Survival lifeline with that.
　　Carefully, I began to investigate the world. I know what each one until it becomes useless. Like a story from another _set_. I need to see every new thing, not from Troy, starting from the Achilles, but from a sandal, a buckle sandals only the beginning, no intention to kick a piece of small gravel road begins.
　　A stone is a living thing
　　Very perfect
　　And consistent with its own
　　Comply with the limits of their own
　　Appropriately with
　　As the significance of the stone
　　Has a flavor different from anything
　　Never panic nor desire
　　It is the passion and apathy
　　Proper and full of dignity
　　When I pinched it in the hands of
　　I feel a great condemnation
　　It is dignified body
　　See through a false warmth
　　Stones can not be tamed
　　They will never look at us
　　With the eyes of a brilliant and calm
　　I never returned to Miletus. Where is my cry resides. It will be some dark paths grabbed me and kill me.
　　Shouting at the students
　　And the cry of death among
　　Staring at your nails closely
　　Staring at a sun_set_
　　Staring at the tail of a fish
　　You will see
　　Not to the market
　　Things on sale
　　Not cry
　　God love those people as
　　Silence as the great
　　The beginning of the noisy
　　And between the end of noisy
　　As an elusive melody
　　No sound
　　They have all the sound
　　This is just the beginning. At the beginning is always odd. I sat in the temple of Zeus, the lowest layer of the steps, 米洛库勒斯 and I are praising a little finger, a Tamarix willow, a stone.
　　I have never disciples and the audience. People still on the enormous fire that epic feel afraid. But it is extinguished. Soon things will be burnt grass that covered. I am the grass.
　　Sometimes I think I can use the new poetry may attract new listeners, it will no longer be from the courage to courage, from screaming to crying, from fear to fear. Stead, from grain to grain, leaves to the leaves, feeling the feelings. From word to silence.
　　Cui Weiping Translation
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　　Sound
　　I walk on the beach
　　Find the kind of sound
　　Another wave and in a break between waves
　　But here there is no sound
　　Only water the old rap
　　Not funny
　　The wings of a white bird
　　Drying on a stone
　　I walked the forest
　　Maintained there
　　A giant hourglass micro-ring
　　Screening of leaf mulch
　　Soil screening for leaf rot
　　Insects have a strong mouth
　　Eat up all of the silent earth
　　I walked the field
　　Large green and yellow
　　The legs are small creatures that cement
　　With every bump in the wind sing
　　The endless monologue in the earth
　　Pause a moment if
　　It was such a sound
　　It must be clear loud and clear
　　In addition to whisper nothing
　　Gently slap the sudden increase
　　I went back home
　　My experience showed
　　The shape of a dilemma
　　Otherwise the world is dumb
　　Otherwise I was deaf
　　But perhaps
　　We both
　　Bound in time of trouble
　　Therefore, we must
　　Hand in hand
　　No destination to
　　To dull throat
　　Rises from there
　　A vague sound
　　Cui Weiping Translation
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　　I want to describe
　　I think the most concise description of the emotional
　　Joy or sorrow
　　It is not like other people do,
　　Prices and lightning the sun or rain
　　I want to describe a beam of light
　　It was born in my house
　　But I know it
　　Stars do not like any
　　Because it is not as bright
　　As pure
　　It does not determine
　　I would like to describe courage
　　Without a dusty lion drag behind
　　Want to describe anxiety
　　Rather than to shake a child conceived filled with water
　　In another way
　　I would like all the metaphors
　　In exchange for a word
　　It is the same as the ribs from my chest
　　In exchange for that word
　　It kept my skin
　　Within the limits of
　　But although this is not possible
　　Had just been said - I love
　　I would go crazy to run around
　　Pick up bird feathers
　　And my gentle
　　Not at water made
　　It requires a face to the water
　　There is anger
　　It is different from the flame
　　Just borrow the flame
　　A tone chirp incessantly
　　So vague
　　So vague
　　In my house
　　Has quite the gentleman will be maintained
　　Always rejected those
　　And said
　　This is the subject
　　This is the object
　　We lie down to sleep
　　Pressure in the head following a hand
　　The other hand stretched into a pile of planet
　　We abandoned our feet
　　Tendons with their tiny roots
　　Experience the earth
　　The next morning
　　We are painfully pull it out
　　Cui Weiping Translation
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　　Knocker
　　Some people head
　　Blooming garden grows
　　Hair pulled trail
　　Leading to the sunny and white city
　　For these people
　　They close their eyes
　　Imagine instant waterfall
　　Flowing down from their forehead
　　My imagination
　　Is a piece of wood
　　My only tool
　　Is a branch
　　I hit that wood
　　It responded to my
　　Yes - No
　　Yes - No
　　Others there is a green bell tree
　　Blue bell surface
　　I have a knocker
　　From the garden unattended
　　I knocked on wood that
　　It encouraged me to
　　A poem by moralists boring
　　Yes - No
　　Yes - No
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　　The power of fun
　　This is totally not the character of the great
　　We reject, disappointment and resistance
　　Just have the courage to at least a little bit
　　But the main thing is an interesting aspect
　　Yes, interesting
　　In which the texture has a soul and conscience of the cartilage
　　Does anyone know if we can do better
　　If pizza is like thin women to offer roses
　　Is dedicated to the role of charming paintings Boss
　　But this time has a kind of terror
　　Terrible trap, murder streets, barracks
　　By a judge and the halls of justice
　　Mephistopheles wearing a native installation of Lenin
　　Grandchildren sent to the wilderness of the Aurora
　　The boy has a face like potatoes
　　Girls red ugly hands
　　Their rhetoric made with cheap cloth sacks
　　(Marcus. Tule Si endless flipping in the grave)
　　The concept of tautology as a series of fall of the whip
　　Slayer unreasonable to speak of the dialectics
　　Their syntax from the beauty of subjectivity
　　Therefore, aesthetics may be helpful in life
　　One can not ignore the beauty of learning
　　Before the announcement promised that we must carefully examine
　　Architectural style, the rhythm of drums and pipe music
　　Office of the despicable colors and funeral ceremonies
　　Our eyes and ears refusing to obey
　　We feel proud to _select_ the exiled king
　　This is totally not the character of the great
　　We just have a little bit of courage
　　But the main thing is an interesting aspect
　　Yes, interesting
　　It requires us to go away, make a wry face and a mock
　　Rare even for this body to meet the need
　　Low head
　　Cui Weiping Translation
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　　Intuit says 普洛克路斯
　　My current between the Kingdom of Athens and Maijia La
　　Where I rule the forest gully cliff alone
　　No king's scepter advice only have an older club
　　Just a wolf dressed in a coat
　　I have not subjects
　　If so they will not outlive the dawn longer
　　Myth experts mistakenly call me robber
　　But I have a scholar and reformer
　　My real passion lies in anthropometric
　　A perfect person I make a bed the size of
　　I was caught with this bed passer measure
　　I had to - I admit - elongated - some arms and cut off
　　Number of legs
　　Patients receiving treatment the more they die die
　　I am more convinced that my research is justified
　　Therefore, there is no progress can not be the victims of the so-called
　　I am eager to cancel the difference between an expert and the dwarf
　　I want to hate a single pattern of human diversity
　　I make every effort to make people uniform
　　Theseus cut off my head that the killing of innocent perpetrators of North Connaught Tao
　　He used a woman to escape the maze of yarn
　　There is no prospect of a wise man of principles and
　　I have a real hope someone will continue my labors
　　The beginning of this business to in the end such a wonderful
　　Cui Weiping Translation
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　　Why Classic
　　A
　　"Peloponnesian War," the fourth volume of the book
　　Thucydides describes the failure of his expedition
　　In that siege, battle, disease
　　Generals of the long speech
　　Dragnet
　　Diplomatic strategy which
　　This episode, like the forest
　　A needle
　　Athens belongs Anfei Indianapolis
　　Das lost Braasch
　　Because Thucydides rescue comes too late
　　He received a life-long exile in this
　　From the city of his birth
　　Whole life of exile
　　Knowledge of such costs
　　II
　　Today the war generals
　　In a similar predicament
　　Bend down to their letter I making things up
　　Boast of his heroism
　　And how innocent
　　They complain about men
　　Jealous colleagues complain
　　And hostile winds
　　Thucydides says only
　　It was winter
　　He has seven boat
　　Has been operating at full capacity
　　C
　　Is the theme of Art
　　Must become a broken jar
　　A small broken soul
　　Filled with self-pity
　　So she left us
　　Will be the lover's tears and the like
　　In the dim light, a small hotel
　　When peeling off wallpaper paste when
　　Cui Weiping Translation
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　　Our fears
　　Our fears
　　Does not cover the one night shirt
　　Owl's eyes do not have
　　Not to open a lid of a coffin
　　Or extinguish a candle still burning
　　Do not even have a face of the deceased
　　Our fears
　　Found in the pocket
　　Words written on paper
　　"Remind Fucik
　　De Laojia Street, the old place is dangerous "
　　Our fears
　　Does not rise from the wings from the hurricane
　　And to keep a church spire falls
　　In reality it
　　It has
　　The shape made by rush
　　Wearing clothes with a body temperature
　　Carrying rations
　　And weapons
　　Our fears
　　Do not have a dead face
　　The deceased gentle to us
　　We put them on his shoulder
　　Wrapped in a blanket under the same
　　Their eyes closed
　　Straighten their lips
　　Dig a dry hole
　　Bury them
　　Not too
　　Do not be too light
　　Cui Weiping Translation
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　　Tongue
　　Accidentally, I crossed her teeth, put her clever tongue and swallowed. It is
　　Long in my body, like a goldfish in Japan. It brush to clean my heart and diaphragm, like the fish brush rub
　　Cylinder wall, which stir up the silt from the bottom.
　　I claimed that was her voice, eyes wide open staring at me hope to me.
　　But I do not know with that one said to her tongue ─ ─ bird was stolen, or early
　　Has been long in my mouth, over a good bird?
　　Davenport Translation
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　　From Myth
　　First night and the storm of God, an idol without eyes bounce in front of the person who,
　　Naked, covered with blood. Then, in the Republican era, there are many spirits. With his wife, children
　　Son, creak of the bed, no thunder sounded malicious. In the end only those superstitions
　　Nerve allergy, in the pocket filled with funny figurines, a symbol of God is ridiculed. Then
　　Climate has been no great God.
　　Then came the Bavarian people. They also ridiculed the small value God that they heels
　　Crush it and put food tray.
　　Davenport Translation