An oblique moment of the sun.
An oblique moment of the sun.
On a winter afternoon—
Very depressed, very heavy.
The melody of the church—
Mysteriously hurt us—
There are no wounds or blood.
But in the deepest part of seclusion
Leave a memory—
No one can convey—anyone—
This is the mark of despair-
Irresistible torture
From the void—
When it comes, listen to everything-
hold one's breath
When it disappears, it looks like the face of death.
A distant mystery—
The sky was low and cloudy, and a snowflake flew over.
It is difficult to choose whether to stay or not when crossing the rutted horse-circle.
Who treats the wind like this and makes it complain all day?
Nature is like waiting for us, often without a crown.
deceive
The sky is low, the clouds are stingy, a traveling snowflake.
Debate whether it will go through the barn or through the rut.
The narrow wind complains all day about how someone treats him;
Nature, like us, sometimes gets into trouble because she doesn't wear a crown.
I am nobody! Who are you? I am nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too? Then let's do it for a couple!
Stop it! They will spread.-You know that! How boring-it's a celebrity!
How ostentatious-like a frog-say your name-long June-
Give a swamp of appreciation!
I am nobody! Who are you? I am nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too? Then we are a couple!
Don't say it! They'll advertise.-You know! How boring it is to be a big shot!
How public-like a frog-tell your name-all June-
Go to an enviable swamp!
Faith is a subtle invention. Faith is a subtle invention.
When gentlemen can see-but the microscope is cautious.
In an emergency.
Faith is a very good invention.
When gentlemen can see-but the microscope is cautious.
In an emergency.
Become a fugitive
On hearing the word "escape", my blood runs faster.
A sudden expectation, an impulse to fly.
I have never heard of an open prison being occupied by soldiers.
But I naively dragged my fence-failed again!
run away
Every time I hear the word "escape", my blood boils.
A sudden expectation, a flying gesture.
I have never heard of a prison destroyed by soldiers.
But I naively pulled my railing and failed again!
Hope (2) 254
"Hope" is that things have feathers and live in the soul.
Singing songs without words, never ending,
Breeze is the sweetest, and rainstorm is undoubtedly painful.
It can make the birds uneasy and keep so much warmth.
Listen to it fly over the wonderful sea and the cold fields.
But it doesn't want my bread crumbs.
Even if you are extremely hungry.
"hope"
Hope is a feathered thing that lives in the soul.
Singing songs without lyrics, never ending,
Hear the sweetest sound in the strong wind; The storm must be very painful
That will make the bird that keeps many people warm feel ashamed.
I have heard it in the coldest land and in the strangest ocean;
However, in extreme cases, I never asked me a little.
Emily Dickinson (186 1)
The heart needs pleasure first (536).
Then ask for pain relief; After that, I want those little painkillers.
Relieve the pain; Then, ask for sleep;
If this is the judge's will, it should be so.
Ask for the freedom to die.
The heart asks for happiness first. The heart asks for happiness first.
Then, look for excuses from the pain; Then, those little painkillers
Relieve the pain; Then, go to bed;
Then, if it should be the will of its prosecutor,
Freedom to die.
compensation
Every moment of ecstasy must be exchanged for extreme pain.
Sting and tremor are directly proportional to ecstasy.
For every lovely moment, I will pay a meager salary for many years.
Struggling for half a dime and a money box full of tears.
compensate
For every moment of ecstasy, we must pay the pain.
In strong and trembling proportion to ecstasy.
For every lovely hour, sharp years,
Bitter money and a till full of tears.
battlefield
They fall like snowflakes, like meteors, and the petals of roses fall one after another.
When the fingers of the wind suddenly pass through the early summer of June.
Where the eyes can't find them-they wither in the cracks-in the tight grass;
But God can still summon every face by expanding his unforgivable list.
battlefield
They fall like snowflakes, like stars, like petals of roses,
When the June wind suddenly blows.
They disappeared in the seamless grass, where no eyes could find them;
But God can call every face on his repeated list.
I have no time to hate, because
The grave will stop me. Life is not that simple.
Can stop my hostility. And I don't have time to love,
Just because I have to be diligent, I feel that love is a bit hard.
It's hard enough for me.
I have no time to hate, because I have no time to hate, because
The grave will get in my way. Life is not like that.
Can end hostility. I have no time to love, but because
I think there must be some kind of hard work, which is a little hard work of love.
It's big enough for me.
My river flows to you, my river flows to you-
Blue sea! Will you welcome me? My river is waiting for an answer-
The sea looks friendly-I'll invite you to the stream.
Take me from the dirty corner-go ahead-the sea!
My river runs to you-the blue sea! Will you welcome me?
My river is waiting for the answer-oh, the sea-looking gracefully-
I'll get you a stream from the spotted corner—
Say-sea-take me away!
My friend, my friend must be a bird—
Because it can fly! My friend must be alone,
Because it will die! It has barbs, like a bee!
Oh, strange friends! You're confusing me!
My friend must be a bird-because it can fly!
Mortal, my friend must be, because it is dead!
The barb has it, like a bee! Ah, curious friends!
You confuse me!
Is heaven a doctor? Is heaven a doctor?
They say he can cure diseases; But medicine after death
It's useless Is heaven the national treasury?
They talked about our debts; But that negotiation
I didn't attend.
Is heaven a doctor? Is heaven a doctor?
They say he can cure diseases-but take medicine after death.
Is heaven a vault?
They talked about what we owe-but negotiations.
I'm not-
Pain lies in characteristics. Pain lies in characteristics.
Desire exists in the ecstasy of farewell signs.
Call it "death" and endure growth.
I know it has been approved.
Reunited with the same kind.
Characteristic pain-shortness of breath-
A parting ecstasy called "death"
When it comes to patience,
I know it's allowed to rejoin its own.
The mysterious pain of pain has a blank component;
I can't remember when it started, or if one day.
When it doesn't hurt. It has no future except itself,
Including its infinite territory, it is the past, enlightened perception.
A new round of pain.
The mysterious pain has a blank component;
It doesn't remember when it started, or if it did.
No, one day. It has no future except itself,
Its infinite domain contains its past and is inspired to perceive it.
A new period of pain.
It's too late for mankind. It's too late for mankind.
But for God, creation is too early to help.
But the rest of us can pray that there is no local presence.
How wonderful heaven is. At that time, the expression of our old neighbor God.
How hospitable, thoughtful and considerate, too late for people-
But very early, what God created-powerless-
But praying-still-on our side-what a wonderful paradise.
When the earth-can't have-how hospitable-and then-face.
Our old neighbor, God-
Go to heaven! Go to heaven!
I don't know when-please don't ask me how!
I'm too surprised to think of an answer!
Go to heaven! How sad and sad!
But I will do it, just like a sheep coming home at night.
Take care of the shepherd! Maybe you should go, too!
Who knows? If you want to arrive first
Please leave a small space for me to be close to the two relatives I lost-
The smallest "pajamas" will suit me, just a small "corolla"
You know, when we go home, we don't care about clothes.
I'm glad I don't believe it, because it will make me stop breathing-
And I am willing to take a look at such a strange world!
I'm glad they believe this. I never found them again.
I have left them underground since that autumn afternoon.
Going to heaven! I don't know when-
Please don't ask me how! Indeed, I am so surprised.
I want to answer you! Going to heaven!
How bleak it sounds! However, it will be completed.
As sure as the sheep return to the shepherd's arms at night!
Maybe you should go, too! Who knows?
If you get there first, leave me some space.
Close to the two I lost-the smallest "robe" will suit me.
And a little "crown"-you know we don't mind our clothes
When we got home-I'm glad I didn't believe it.
Because it will suffocate me-I want to watch it for a while.
On such a curious earth! I'm glad they really believe it.
I haven't found him since that autumn afternoon.
I left them underground.
Who is the East? Who is the East?
A golden man. He may be a purple man.
Who is the sunrise west?
A purple man, he may be a golden man.
Send the sunset
Who is the East? the Asian
If he can walk in the sun, he may be purple.
Who is the West? Purple man
He may be yellow if he can get him out again.
Such a small boat, such a small boat
Staggered down the harbor! What a magnificent sea
Draw it away! Such a greedy and powerful wave
Flapping it off the coast; Never imagined this solemn and magnificent sail.
I still lost my handmade boat!
This is a small boat hobbling in the bay!
Twas is such a brave sea, beckoning it away!
This is a greedy greedy wave, licking it from the coast-
Never guessed that my boat lost its solemn sail!
I keep my oath. I keep my oath.
I was never called-I was not informed of death,
I brought my roses. I, swear it again,
Every sacred bee-the daisy on the hillside-
In the name of the rice eater in the alley. Flowers and I-
Her vows and mine-they will be repeated.
I keep my promise. I wasn't called-
Death didn't notice me. I brought my roses.
I'm in trouble again, and every sacred bee-
Daisy called Poplink in Ryan from the hillside.
Blossom and I-her vows, and mine-
I will definitely come again. -Emily Dickinson
First, the sales list of China's personal poems in 2006
(ranking by sales volume, top 15)
1, Beidao: Poems of Beidao, People's Literature Publishing House.
2. Li Yawei: Poems of Porcupine, Huacheng Publishing House.
3. Wang Xiaoni: Half of me is in pain, Huayi Publishing House.
4, Yongming Zhai: "Finally made my turnover ineffective", Hebei Education Press.
5. Emperor Wen of Sui: Twilight, Hebei Education Press.
6. Sha Yi: My Hero, Hebei Education Press.
7. Duoduo: Poems of Duoduo, Huacheng Publishing House.
8. Xiao: Poems of Xiao, People's Literature Publishing House.
9. Abandonment: Poems of Abandonment, People's Literature Publishing House.
10, Wang Yin: Selected Poems of Wang Yin, Huacheng Publishing House.
1 1, Yu Jian: Yu Jian's Poems, People's Literature Publishing House.
12, Bai Hua: The Past, Hebei Education Press.
13, Sun Lei: Performance, Joint Publishing Company.
14, light light blue: sleep, sleep, Hebei Education Press.
15, Zhu Zhu: suitcase, Guangxi Normal University Press.
Second, the sales list of translated poems in 2006
(ranking by sales volume, top 10)
1, Celan: "Paul? Selected Poems of Celan, Hebei Education Press.
2. Rilke: Selected Poems of Rilke, People's Literature Publishing House.
3.dylan? Thomas: Dylan? Selected poems of Thomas, Hebei Education Press.
4. Borges: Selected Poems of Borges, Hebei Education Press.
5. Dickinson: Selected Poems of Dickinson, Central Compilation and Publishing House.
6. Ginsburg: Selected Poems of Ginsburg, Sichuan Literature and Art Publishing House.
7. Holderlin: Poems of the Tower, Tongji University Press.
8. Kawafis: Poems of Kawafis, Hebei Education Press.
9. lorca: Selected Poems of lorca, Chongqing Publishing House.
10, anonymous: Eda (Icelandic epic), Yilin Publishing House.
Third, the sales list of comprehensive poems in 2006
(ranking by sales volume, top 10)
1, Holderlin: Collected Works of Holderlin, Commercial Press.
2. Heidegger: Interpretation of Holdrin's Poems, Commercial Press.
3. Wang Zuoliang: A History of English Poetry, Yilin Press.
4. Sontag: Against Interpretation, Shanghai Translation Publishing House.
5. Wei Tianwu: "Contradiction and Evolution of Modern Pursuit of New Poetry", Hubei Education Press.
6. Xi Du et al.: Archives of Pioneer Poetry (including CD-ROM), Chongqing Publishing House.
7. Yang Naiqiao: Comparative Poetics of the East and the West-Contradiction and Integration, Culture and Art Publishing House.
8. Zhuo Wang: American Contemporary Poetry from the Perspective of Postmodernism, Shandong Literature and Art Publishing House.
9. Yu Wensuo 'an: The Lost Architecture: The Maze of Poetry and Desire, Joint Publishing Company.
10, mark? Luo Fei Mung. Heidegger's Poetics. Shanghai Translation Publishing House.