After drinking all night with friends
　　We swing a boat out at dawn
　　See who could write the best poems
　　These pine trees, the fall of the oak, these rocks,
　　This dark water but touched by the wind -
　　I like you, you black boat,
　　Drifting in the cool spring water that is fed by the waters.
　　Large areas of water, from the childhood
　　I dreamed strange black jewel,
　　Dream is not gold, or stones, but the real
　　Gift, a lake in Minnesota under the pale.
　　This morning, also drifting in the dawn wind,
　　I feel my hand, my shoes, as well as the ink -
　　If all parts of the body, as drifting in the
　　Cloud physical and stones over the.
　　Several friendships, several dawn, several of the grass glance,
　　A few to the snow and the heat of the blade erosion,
　　So we floated in from the cold waters of the lake,
　　We are no longer concerned about drifting or has been crossed out.
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　　Pheasant hunting in maize
　　1
　　For a tree alone in the wilderness, strange things are what?
　　It is a willow tree. But I trip around the line.
　　Body was strangely torn, and not leave it.
　　Finally, I sat down beneath it.
　　2
　　It is a lonely dry corn in a large willow.
　　It leaves scattered around its trunk, and I,
　　Now become brown, dotted with soft spots,
　　Corn stalks can be issued now only noise.
　　3
　　Sun, cold, frost the distance and spaces through the burning,
　　Weeds frozen to death long ago.
　　But why I like to watch
　　The sun was cool skin branches move?
　　4
　　Thought leaves more than three years alone.
　　It was the roots of standing near the little creature apart.
　　I am happy in this old place,
　　An easy-to line of sight above the attention of maize caused by the location,
　　If I was off the evening ready to return home the body of the young animals.
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　　Lonely night in the forest
　　1
　　Body like a November birch facing the full moon
　　_Insert_ed into the cold of the Sky.
　　The trees there are no ambition, no numbness in the body, no leaves,
　　Not all, only a bare torso to climb, such as cold fire!
　　2
　　I walk in the woods come last. Dawn
　　I must return to the field that has a trap,
　　Back to the obedient earth.
　　Trees throughout the winter will be stretched out.
　　3
　　In the bare woods is a pleasant walk.
　　Moonlight is not that heavy leaves are broken.
　　In the following leaves, touch the wet soil,
　　They like the smell issue partridge.
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　　Fear of night
　　There are not familiar with the dust close to us,
　　Waves to break up in the hills above the shore,
　　We have never seen trees studded bird,
　　Drag net in the following dark fish.
　　Evening came; we looked up, there it is.
　　It has come through the net of stars,
　　Has come through the grass chiffon,
　　A haven for walking quietly over the water.
　　We thought the day would never end;
　　We have a day as if born for the hair.
　　However, that night, still water will eventually rise,
　　Our skin will look very far underwater.
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　　Wake
　　I'm off the blood vessels in the fleet,
　　Watercourses in the minor explosions sounded,
　　Seagull shuttle salty blood in the wind.
　　This is the morning. Land is dormant throughout the winter.
　　Window blanket with fur, garden full of
　　Fuzhuo dog, and holding the hand of a thick book.
　　Now we wake up, get up, eat breakfast!
　　Ports from the blood rises and cry
　　Mist and mast, the rattle of the sun understory pulley.
　　Now we are singing, dancing lightly on the floor in the kitchen.
　　Our entire body is like the dawn of the port;
　　We know that the owner left the day we went.
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　　Night
　　1
　　If I think of a horse does not sleep through the night to
　　Hovering above the moon covered by short grass,
　　I feel happy, as if I had thought
　　Pirate ship plowed dark flowers.
　　2
　　Maple trees around us is full of joy,
　　Obedience to them the following things.
　　Cloves sleep with, sleeping with plants;
　　Even the jewelry box made of wood are asleep.
　　3
　　Butterfly shoulder moving forward with its fertile soil;
　　Toad on its small piece of skin under the granite.
　　Canopy leaves as its root
　　Black mud as sleep.
　　4
　　We like the sleek beetles that live in water.
　　In any direction we choose across
　　Silent waters, is quickly following
　　Suddenly engulfed.
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　　Rise and fall of the month of January
　　Sun goes down, every minute of air are dim. Night has a strong, down to the earth toward it.
　　If my body is the earth, then what?
　　Then I'm down here at the dawn of the night to become strong. Moon stayed in the sky. I was there a part of the above
　　. That part of how lofty!
　　The earth has earth, with earthly things. They curled up in a nest Xue Li, a manger, the arms of a sweep
　　Swept master them, a pine forest. Young owl habitat in a hollow tree with. We been separated.
　　Night comes ... ... and now to do?
　　My sun will fall under the earth, the sea was dark along the road under the hissing to travel. Growth over a hundred saints
　　Lying flat on where to throw small pieces of dark on the road ... ...
　　Midnight I will go inside, lying on my bed, and my moon will suddenly disappear. It was a big night in the dark
　　Over alone to travel through that stretched out his arms to it ... ... it will move away, watching ... ...
　　Sleep will come down towards the dark. Who was with him?
　　He will meet another prisoner in a dungeon, and perhaps that baker ... ...
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　　Orchard keeper
　　Piao falling snow, falling behind in the Karen farmhouse two days ... ... when we put his ear close to the snow, we heard that
　　Bream in the ocean near the mouth of sharp voice heard, and that game in the dying moments before the hearing of the notes, it will have buoyancy in the waterway
　　Swimmers raised the chords.
　　Body of four pigeon grass, rare and beautiful, the snow on the swaying. White heron with long legs in the morning fog hanging around, when the pianist at the table
　　To be seated, a rich musical ideas spontaneously; body labors before dawn, to understand its dreams.
　　In his dream, spindly legs to go down the mountain side, horseshoe may be the sound of the wooden bridge, the line along the wall, eyes toward the orchard to watch. Close to the
　　The well center, four people sit upright; each pillow sword and sleep. And that the orchard keeper, where he was?
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　　Watered by a glance
　　Cucumber thirsty, their large leaves Zhuance in the wind. I watered them after dinner; rubber pipe coils in the rhubarb
　　Plants nearby. Wind blows the mind; when the Block took the occasion in the trees, a smile appearing on his face. Language to help that
　　Comforting things, the sinking of the island speak to us ... ...
　　This is the world of animal or vegetable?
　　Others love us, love cabbage soil, the soil like heaven - a new era through the night approaching. More threatening, that
　　So many things in passing, so much discipline has disappeared, however, the vitality of the double flowers are not cowering in the wings around the tall person
　　Face folds into the sky. These cucumber leaves out of my thighs and toes.
　　So I'm watering the garden that you love who you say how you will spend the night water?
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　　Winter poems
　　Ant trembling wings winter
　　Thin end of the winter waiting for.
　　I use the slow, dull way to love you
　　Almost do not speak, only fragmentary.
　　What is the hidden cause of our respective lives?
　　A wound, wind, a word, an origin.
　　Sometimes we wait in a helpless way,
　　Awkwardly, not all has not healed.
　　When we hid the wound, a man we
　　Retreat into a shell of life.
　　Now we feel the ants hard chest,
　　The carapace. Silent tongue.
　　This must be the way of the ant
　　The way ants in winter, those
　　Being hurt and the way people want to live:
　　Breathing, perception of others, and wait.
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　　In the rainy September
　　In the rainy September when the leaves under a long dark place,
　　I posted on the damp forehead, distributing sand seaweed flavor.
　　Time to come. I choose to defer for many years.
　　Perhaps the whole life. Fern, in addition to life have no choice.
　　For its stubbornness, it accepts the soil, water, and night.
　　We close the door. "I'm not asking for rights."
　　Dusk comes. "I love you enough."
　　We know we can live alone with each other.
　　Ducks to leave the group and wandering,
　　Oak lonely hillside in the payment of the leaves alone.
　　Our men and women have been completed prior to this.
　　Once a year, I will see you, you could see me.
　　We would be two stone, will not be planted.
　　We stayed in the room, shut the door, exterminate lights.
　　I share your tears, no shame, no self-esteem.
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　　With a woman not seen for years the sacred dialogue
　　Years later, I come to you on foot.
　　You said; "so long before you come yet?"
　　I can not come earlier, my old lips
　　Sponge-like desire to use it, swallowed it should be planted in the
　　Miss the seeds. I sleep with,
　　Awkward and confusing, dishonest. I dream of gravel.
　　Sadness in your eyes do not laugh.
　　I said, I came many years later.
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　　Pablo Neruda mourning
　　Water is a practical,
　　Especially
　　In August.
　　Running water
　　Drop
　　Into that
　　I mentioned to
　　Leaves
　　By grasshopper
　　Ate's
　　Young
　　Willow
　　Pail.
　　Or the cans of water
　　It is resting on
　　My cart
　　隔座 on
　　I sail in
　　The occasion of my hut.
　　When I look down
　　Around the tank
　　All seats
　　Dull,
　　Because the water does not want to
　　Given, in any case
　　It gives
　　The tank
　　Where
　　Trembling detour
　　I drove in
　　Through the granite field
　　The occasion of the countryside,
　　Stone
　　Soon as the deceased who
　　The formation of cut,
　　They
　　The only remaining
　　What is theirs.
　　Since the deceased to remain in
　　Our hearts, such as water
　　Stay in the granite heart -
　　Almost no -
　　Because their role is
　　From
　　Open
　　And gone,
　　Even when we asked them
　　But the water
　　But to us -
　　It does not matter
　　Us; it around
　　We are the line, leading to
　　Minnesota River on the road,
　　The way the Mississippi River
　　Bay road,
　　Always closer to
　　That it
　　Place there.
　　No one put flowers
　　Resting on the water
　　Grave,
　　Because it is not
　　Here,
　　It has
　　Disappeared.
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　　Night of the wet
　　It was full of boats allowed to enter the islands harbor.
　　That body to meet it as far away as overseas wife.
　　It's lights are lit throughout the humid night.
　　Water pour down, underwater in the fuzzy flute notes.
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　　Secret
　　I walk bent birch hanging below
　　Walking in the air each arch of birch below.
　　It is an open door with a sign,
　　The wind could not have worried.
　　Where only the combination of the soil to see it?
　　Birch have come to live in a place where no one else,
　　In the depths of the forest ... carefree ...
　　The sand was watching the deer belly.
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　　Among the two and three love poems
　　These are the type
　　People? Some people eat that
　　Land, some people
　　In addition to light do not need -
　　Do not throw a woman
　　House and land,
　　Do not rich lightly.
　　How much I need to
　　A woman's soul, in my
　　His lap,
　　Shoulders and hands to touch it.
　　I'm sad to bear!
　　I am the light of winter
　　North goats,
　　Busy running in the snow.
　　Stand by your side, I
　　As in the climax of pleasure
　　Mussels, disturbed complacency
　　Like that passionate
　　Ocean owl.
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　　Listen Cologne concert
　　We have love in earnest after the
　　Hear the notes rolled down together,
　　Late winter, we heard the ice
　　Fall on the side shoots.
　　Music moves, how much they gave up.
　　They have not been eating the food, not enjoyed before
　　Comfortable, never told lies.
　　Music is my attention to you.
　　And when the music come again,
　　Later that day, I saw your tears.
　　I see you face to one side
　　In order to prevent others to see.
　　When men and women when combined together,
　　How much they have to give up! Wren are
　　Interwoven and build their imagination terminated strings
　　Nest, animals
　　Each year to give up all their wealth
　　Men and women what is left?
　　Wren more than hard work, they have
　　Give up their desire for perfection.
　　That heart is made not by instinct to build nests
　　Will never be won.
　　Each bird had access to
　　It is not perfect by other birds that build into the lair.
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　　Suffocation by the world
　　Chrysanthemum at the edge of death cry,
　　Teeth alone walking in ice water,
　　Heavy body pains again!
　　It howl outside the barriers of life,
　　Out of the fence.
　　Now it must be met in addition to death of death.
　　This is a life outside in the dead
　　Gathered along the wall face the cold,
　　Bag of bones in a tree in the warmth of their own.
　　The pain of long swings in the dark antlers,
　　Hairy tail, in Howling in the dirt ... ...
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　　A dream about choking
　　Accountants on the ground like a helicopter hovering
　　Throwing a piece of paper inscribed with the name of Hegel.
　　Badger claws into the paper
　　Their nests, where the whole family died in the night.
　　Hours after a teenage girl standing in the curtains
　　Looked out towards the street.
　　Garden window in the exchange
　　With a painted white branches.
　　A baby alligator specimen tightly bite branches
　　Let yourself off the floor on the dry leaves.
　　Honeycomb has a strange dream the night:
　　Train a small black open circle ─ ─
　　Old warship sunk in the rain.
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　　Suddenly go away
　　Someone close, claws
　　Taut, biting cod
　　Snow, intimate moments drift away,
　　Evolution of the sea snail's tentacles in half
　　Sink into the earth.
　　Sun
　　Shine on us! But it's coming
　　The shadow of non-love.
　　Can not resist.
　　We endure. Golden disk
　　Fall from our ears.
　　The sea became gloomy.
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　　President Kennedy to invade Cuba to listen to lie
　　There is another dark,
　　Physical fence in the dark,
　　The run in the Mole, where the telephone line,
　　The vulnerability of the ankle in the horse;
　　The darkness of dead grass, yellow, dark willow;
　　There is a broken button hole of darkness
　　The height of the atrocities,
　　Reports for people to lie,
　　There is a painful fatigue, mature and sad.
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　　Great Society
　　Dentist, even in the rain continues to pour their lawns
　　From the apes evolved through the terrible hand of labor
　　Hanging sleeves in the Evangelists;
　　There in the open air theater was murdered king;
　　Poor female hair in a pile of coins in hibernation.
　　Porter sat uneasily next to the boiler,
　　Hotel manager shuffled a mental card.
　　President of the dream of the Cuban invasion.
　　Higher than the open-air bush fence,
　　Vines covering boats and leather chairs.
　　Overlooking the city and blackened trash mortar.
　　In the distant coast, Coyne Island, black children
　　Playing on the beach in the cold: a sprig of the Black Sea grass,
　　Shells, sky bird,
　　The mayor of your head while sitting at the moment.
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　　And the woman's trip
　　1
　　Floating in the soft-shelled turtle blood, swimming,
　　We woke up like crazy in the sea urchin
　　Through the waters near the bloody secret ─ ─
　　Where the dead sleep in the tank ... ...
　　2
　　Or we slow at night turtle claws into the tunnel,
　　With fragments of the moon
　　To illuminate the tunnels,
　　Listen to the sound of rock into the sea ... ...
　　3
　　Wake up, we find ourselves in the turtle's mouth,
　　When he took us higher
　　─ ─ rapidly beyond New Jersey
　　Through the darkness ... ... between the constellation
　　4
　　Evening we are still transparent,
　　Dragging in the starlight;
　　We still fall significantly
　　Like a house full of moonlight through the air ... ...
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　　Depression
　　1
　　A beam of light suddenly appeared in the storm, snow
　　Blowing from all directions, like the sleep fragmentation
　　I am a man, walking in the road leading to the dark barn,
　　On the way, a black dog near me.
　　2
　　Wooden fence on the light.
　　Some I am familiar with and loved.
　　When we hear the date of his wedding
　　And these he moved to years,
　　A dark and bright laurel wreath fir
　　Slide the coffin.
　　3
　　A cathedral: I see
　　Hungry people, weakness,
　　Obliquely knees. Bells
　　Spread over the land cultivated
　　A monotonous life, sound waves with a long leaf.
　　4
　　A trunk wound
　　Where the branches are folded away.
　　Wind from the inside out,
　　Rise, expansion
　　Swept away all living things.
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　　Lie left
　　1
　　Are we really free, live in a free country,
　　When can I get rid of the heavy load of these ideas?
　　When will calm? This kind of peace?
　　I have observed over the streets below
　　I see the water from the depths of pain,
　　Old worms gnawing sky.
　　2
　　Christ did not come to save our sins
　　Christ the son of his parents contemptuous
　　The kingdom of God does not mean that the next life
　　No one can do in a busy Christian
　　Two worlds in this world with
　　3
　　Saints delighted to cry in bed!
　　Their songs through the restless sea
　　Like turtles
　　Into the gloom from the dark blue, green,
　　Or ghost crabs move in the dolomite.
　　Asparagus opposition to cry thief.
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　　Grass in a dark house
　　Deep fall, the body wakes up,
　　On the coast we found the lion ─ ─
　　Do not be afraid,
　　The wind rises, water birth
　　In the rocky coast, to start a white shroud,
　　Our bed and drag from the land.
　　All of us not to leave.
　　Us to lose our leaves like a tree,
　　These are broken tree
　　Start again, from a huge rise from the root;
　　Captured by the Moors as mad poet
　　Those who live their second life people.
　　We will learn to poverty and noisy,
　　We will try Dai Linge weeds
　　Swimming in the sea,
　　Not always walk in the dry land,
　　And, dance, found a savior in the tree,
　　Grass in a dark house,
　　And death among the nourishment.
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　　Watch a new snow from the train
　　Snow covered the other track,
　　Milkweed pods filled with empty cupboards;
　　Extend its branches to the weeds,
　　Soft slopes of the mist, and barbed wire rolling
　　Stay, a fence post leaning ─ ─
　　It floated on the sharp corners of the barn roof windows.
　　A man looked up, breathing
　　Die. Ankle twitch, his hands open and close,
　　His time eating the debris from the inability to breath moistening the mouth of the snow.
　　A businessman down, hit his head against the counter edge.
　　Full of the rotting piles of snow fence spire.
　　Snow in the muddy water,
　　Leaning ladder roof is full of all the steps.
　　Break down the children on the threshold of decline,
　　Corn always stays in the air, the central transformer box.
　　A man to lie down to sleep.
　　Eagle and crows gather at his bedside.
　　Sutural grass toe eagle shot.
　　Every blade of grass is a sound.
　　His side of the sword broke into flame.
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　　Danger from the outside world
　　The burning of the eyes, when we opened the door,
　　Only to be crushed leaves the body,
　　Dull flesh, heavy like the grass in October,
　　Tenacious growth, even at midnight too complacent.
　　The other day at the cliffs disappear
　　Eskimos welcome it to scream ─ ─
　　Black holes in the new expansion of the water above.
　　Ambush site from its tomb to move forward,
　　Feet turn black slopes
　　By Country Life,
　　Left in its place of sleep murdered dogs and sheep;
　　Some internal flash things, good things to serve our
　　─ ─ shake its bamboo poles
　　It may wake up before we leave ...
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　　The fire of despair, our savior
　　Today, the autumn.
　　Root of cosmic silence.
　　Oh sacred tree, the leaves collapse of joy,
　　We easily see how the arrival of spring
　　Branches in the black in you!
　　Unlike the Middle Ages! Iron ring around the iron
　　Dawn, cold air drained
　　Leaves of Grass may be the horseshoe,
　　On the long flight of stone
　　Crow happy to be hidden into the sober silence of the air.
　　Or the ice age!
　　Another child died
　　A heap of bones, brush the snow from above the sleeve, the
　　No trace of snow, was in agony
　　The man cried like crazy ─ ─ pigs,
　　Time and again, digging holes with his teeth, spear,
　　From total despair in the instantaneous birth
　　His angular scales ─ ─
　　Finally, the siege was led out of the valley of snow!
　　This fall, I
　　Can not find the road.
　　That way: we must seize things
　　Sigh, gone, hidden by the spring and fall,
　　Here to stay quiet in the sky, an evening
　　Corn leaves in a dry place; Road to where?
　　All tracks disappear, as the ship sank in,
　　Leave and leave everything to bring the place of despair.
　　Can not find the way, we were slowly pulled to the below.
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　　Surprising evening
　　As we near the unrest people do not know
　　Wave to break on the shore side of the mountain
　　We have not seen a tree full of Migratory birds
　　Nets filled with black, heavy to fall.
　　Evening came, one looked up, it was,
　　It comes through the net of stars,
　　The film comes through the grass,
　　Quietly marching wave, the refuge of the temple.
　　Water endless day, I think:
　　Are we providing the presence of day light hair;
　　But the final night of still water will rise
　　Our skin, like under water, will see very far.
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　　Lake night fishing
　　The ship was leaving the room a light,
　　In order to guide the return of the fishermen at night.
　　Silenced silent lights poured to us,
　　Lake waves like a flying butterfly wings,
　　It's way over the cabin dying, struggling
　　Breaking waves in the resurrection.
　　And that light
　　But when they came out, but did not bring gifts.
　　Seems way to the camel, but not wisdom Bo soil.
　　It is so stable, to sustain our mountain home.
　　Now we are looking at the moon rose on the Poplar Forest
　　It also comes less agile
　　It cut through the wooden boards around the
　　We have opened the door only through the fences.
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　　Drive vehicles to take their parents to go home Christmas
　　Through the snow, I drive vehicles to take two old
　　They are weak in body cliffs hesitant
　　I shouted to the valley
　　I answer only snow
　　They talk quietly
　　Speaking of carrying water, oranges
　　Grandson of the photo, last night took forget.
　　They opened their home, figure disappeared
　　Oak in the forest down, who can hear?
　　Across thousands of miles of silence.
　　They sat so close near to,
　　Snow seems to be squeezed together.
　　(Zheng Min translation)
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　　Chapters Poetry
　　A
　　Ah, in a morning, I think he will last forever
　　The body will be my pleasure muffled,
　　If it is wrapped in grass where Irene.
　　II
　　Out of bed, I had a dream
　　Dream castle and the hot coals Chiguo
　　Dayang pleased to lay on my lap
　　I endured the night, survived
　　Rinse water in the dark too, like any piece of grass.
　　C
　　Large yellow poplar leaves
　　Meng Yao in the wind, calling us
　　Disappear into the wilderness of the universe
　　Where we sat under a tree
　　Live forever, like dust.
　　(Zheng Min translation)