捷克 米洛斯拉夫·赫鲁伯 Miroslav Holub  捷克   (1923~1998)
One poem at a time

Miroslav Holub
  Female flies (Cui Weiping translation)
  She sat on a willow
  Looking at
  Cressy battle
  Those who cry
  Wheezing,
  Moan,
  Footsteps and the dull roar of the collapse.
  In the French cavalry
  During the fourteenth onslaught
  She and one from Van Tingkang Te's
  Brown eyes of the public fly
  Mating.
  She rubbed the leg all
  When she sat in a profile of the bore of the horse
  Meditation
  Immortal flies
  She fell steadily
  Kelai Fu Duke
  Gray tongue.
  When silence falls
  Only the rustle of decay
  Gently around the bodies,
  Only
  Arms and legs
  Gently around the bodies,
  Only
  Arms and legs
  Spasm is still under the tree
  She began her eggs
  Production in the John Ulrich
  Royal Institute of Architects
  The only one eye
  So
  Later she was eaten by a lizard
  Fled
  Aite Lei's that fire
  (Cui Weiping translation)
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  Night death
  Distant land, far away places
  Finally, she spit out the words floating on the ceiling
  Like clouds.
  Sideboard cry.
  Aprons trembling
  As covered with an abyss.
  Final. Young children are in bed.
  However, the stroke of midnight
  Dead woman to stand up
  Blow out the candle still burning (which is a pity to waste)
  Quickly fill the last one finished sock,
  Tin pot in brown
  Fifty-five coins to find her
  Put them on the table,
  Lost in the cupboard to find the back of the scissors,
  Find a glove
  They lost a year ago,
  Check the room all the door handles,
  Tighten them
  Finished her coffee
  And then lie down.
  Morning they hijacked her.
  Her on fire.
  Those who have gray rough
  Like soot.
  (Cui Weiping translation)
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  Magic Zito
  To make him happy He promised to His Majesty the water into wine
  Frog into a valet. Beetles into a housekeeper. With a mouse
  To be a minister. He bent over, fingers grow pretty girl
  A talking bird sitting on his shoulder.
  Nothing more.
  Come up with some other thing, too, his Majesty asked.
  Come up with a black star. He was ordered.
  The water came up dry. He did so.
  Edge of the river came up with a straw. He was executed.
  Nothing more.
  Then one student asked, go to: from nothing
  Come up with something greater than one.
  Zito's face became pale: I'm sorry. No
  Ranged between plus one and minus one. What is your inaction.
  He left the grand palace. Flew along the ministers
  Home, back to being a nut.
  (Cui Weiping translation)
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  Napoleon
  Children, Napoleon Bonaparte
  What is the time
  Born? Teacher asked.
  A thousand years ago, the children said.
  A hundred years ago, the children said.
  No one knows.
  Children, Napoleon Bonaparte
  This life
  Done? Teacher asked.
  He won a war, the children said.
  No one knows.
  Our people have a dog meat,
  Frank said,
  Its name is Napoleon
  Meat often to play it,
  Dog
  A year ago
  Die of hunger.
  All the children at the moment sad
  Napoleon.
  (Cui Weiping translation)
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  Forest
  Spirit Bird
  Peck at the seeds open strong
  Statue-like tree
  Out the black arm
  Threatening clouds.
  Suddenly
  Soon as thunder sounded,
  If history
  Were uprooted,
  Erect grass
  Rock jitter
  Cracked surface of the earth
  There grow
  A mushroom
  As broad as life itself
  Filled with tens of thousands of cells
  As vast as life itself
  Eternal,
  Wet ground,
  In this world, for the first time
  And the last time.
  (Cui Weiping translation)
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  Classroom
  A tree came in a bow, said:
  I was a tree.
  A torn black shadow from the sky, said:
  I am a bird.
  Landed in a spider web
  Something like love
  Came forward
  And said
  I was silent
  However, with the board vertical and horizontal
  A national, democratic Ma
  Vest
  It is repeated
  Each fan in its ears and stung
  Repeatedly stung
  I was the driving force of history
  And
  We all
  Progress
  And
  Courage
  And
  Angry soldiers
  The bottom of the door in the classroom
  Buzz ringing
  A bloody stream
  From there
  For the innocent
  Massacre
  (Cui Weiping translation)
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  Invention
  Smart people wearing large white robe stood up
  In the festival, listing their labor
  King Bellows listening.
  Oh, great king, the first person to say that I invented for the throne
  Wings. You will be ruled in the sky. -
  Then some cheering, some acclaim, this person should be
  Returns.
  Oh, great king, the second person said, I made a
  Auto dragon. It will automatically defeat your enemy. -
  Then some cheering, some acclaim, this person should be
  Returns.
  Oh, great king, the third person, I have created
  Nightmare eviction control. His Majesty is now nothing can interfere with sleep.
  Then some cheering, some acclaim, this person should be
  Returns.
  But only the fourth person said that the continued failure of this year
  Delaying my stride. All bets are off. I handled everything
  Not into the look. - Followed by a terrible silence
  Drop-wise King Tony Adams is also silent.
  Later, the fourth person to find out
  Archimedes.
  (Cui Weiping translation)
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  A short meditation for flood
  We are brought up to believe
  When a flood occurs
  Water will cross all boundaries,
  Coverage of the woods and streams, hills and mountains,
  Temporary and permanent mobile homes.
  Therefore,
  Men and women, white-haired man respected
  Infants and adolescents, the beasts in the field Lisen Lin
  Lemmings and the demon bush
  In the last hit a ball on the rocks
  Waves in the iron sank.
  Only some form of the ark ... ... only
  Some form of Ararat ... ... who knows?
  The legend on the causes flood strange
  Outrageous. History is a silent
  Built on a bad memory.
  Floods of this nature even been an understatement.
  A real flood
  Looks more like a quagmire
  Like a swamp near
  Like a bowl full of laundry soap
  Like silence
  Like nothing.
  Flood is a real
  Many of our mouth blisters emerge
  We believe that they are
  Word
  (Cui Weiping translation)
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  Corporal killed Archimedes
  He gently stroked
  Killed circle, tangent
  And the cross point of
  To infinity
  To escape
  Four equal penalties
  He has forbidden the number of
  Going up from the three
  Today in Syracuse
  He leads a school of philosophers
  Squatting on his halberd
  For another millennium
  And writes:
  Or two
  Or two
  Or two
  Or two
  (Cui Weiping translation)
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  Jewish Cemetery in Olsztyn
  Kafka tomb, April, sunny season
  Hidden deep in the maple trees
  Some of the forgotten stone
  Like the scattered words.
  Alone so closely
  Than have the stones.
  The gate of the older people who.
  A Gregor Samsa
  He did not deformation
  Lowers
  In direct sunlight,
  Answer each question:
  Sorry, I do not know.
  I am not a man in Prague.
  (Cui Weiping translation)
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  New York Subway
  The evening that day, Mr. Howard Lewis who
  No address tired and frustrated
  Wearing a gray coat color cap containing a dried
  Decided to take the "Putrajaya" Sweet Tennessee line
  Eighth Street, the last stop in the face
  A man dressed in a dried cap Huiyi
  Looks depressed and tired, just like
  Lewis who? Countenance of Mr. Howard
  Access to the platform next to the cross bar switch
  Standing position wearing a gray coat my dear friend, depressed
  The same applies Lewis persons looking
  Howard and staring woodenly
  Ladder away from the dirty down
  A man tired and frustrated exhaust cap
  In fact, with a pair of Howard's face is Lewis who
  Then wear the wooden cross through the entrance turn bar
  To a bit tired and frustrated woman
  A handbag an unknown address
  Just as the face of exhaust cap
  All the people, who are just as Howard Lewis, and
  Full of tension with each other's footsteps footsteps
  But with the dim light from the almost
  Lewis who? Howard, from this address unknown
  He is an unknown address and then almost
  Wooden cross bar and ride like a head rotation shot
  Thrown into the vegetable basket, or the back of the rotating column
  You can also see a gender is unknown, and
  No address as to be not quite completely
  Lewis disabilities, Howard clearly heard footsteps
  Head lights, and walkway faint revolving door
  Were all sucked into the Eighth Street Eighth Street piece of stop sign
  Qianglingkonglong more room
  When the train left the station when the whirlwind
  Turn the thing I read in a newspaper
  Report a home address
  Swelling of unknown unknown
  My dear friend wearing a gray coat and wore a cap exhaust
  Tired and frustrated
  (Commercial poultry translation)
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  Heart
  Ordinarily this is a piece of the heart
  Muscles strong and oval
  One filled with desire
  If you have painted
  You should know that it is
  Star shine
  Sometimes erratic flashes
  As if the night wandering soul
  Sometimes pound, explode
  Raytheon like drumming
  Sometimes Founder
  If the designer's dream
  Sometimes fat round
  As the Nets the ball
  Sometimes thousands of miles Pentium
  Only in its inside
  River a
  Line a
  Often not a red fish
  Is not gold
  Most small gray
  Longer than the jealousy
  Are mostly vague
  Do not see clear
  If you have painted
  You should know
  Take off your glasses
  Throw away your pencil
  Tear up your drawings
  Out
  Casual trip
  Long step
  (Commercial poultry translation)
  The discovery of fire
  He went to
  He picked up
  Put it in
  A silicon cup
  Carrying sponge gloves
  Darkness in the not too strong
  He would like to show them
  Violet Blue
  Capering
  Flame
  Worse, the original
  It did not ignite the first piece of steak
  Overflowing fragrance still unknown
  Traitor's feet first
  Zeus said nothing has started to smoke
  The Henna
  'd Really like it
  The Prometheus
  He went back
  He wants to control gas flaring
  Only Restraints and handcuffs
  Long on his feet
  His wrist
  Only an eagle
  Circled on his grizzled head
  Peck at the
  And pecking
  (Commercial poultry translation)
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