Choose of Andreeson Poetry ｜ I wait slowly, waiting for your figure to come and fog

Andreeson (1919-2004) Full name: Sofia Andreson, a famous Portuguese female poet. Andreeson was born in Porto, northwestern Portugal in 1919, and then went to Lisha to study in university and lived there. She is considered one of the most important poets of Portugal in the 20th century. She has won too many literary awards, and her works have been widely translated.她认为：“诗歌是我对宇宙的理解，我和万物发生关联的方式，我对真实的参与，我与声音和形象的遭遇。那就是为什么诗歌述说的不是一种理想的生活而是一种Real life: the angle of a window, the resonance of the street, the city and room, the shadow of a wall, a sudden face, the silence of the stars, distance and bright, night breathing, the breath of the trees and cows, the breath of the cow. . "The main works include" Poetry Collection "(1944)," Sea Day "(1947)," Coral "(1950)," In the Time of Section "(1962)," Geography "(1967)," Selection of Poetry " ) [1968), "Rake" (1970), "Name of All Things" (1977), etc.

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Light wind

What kind of plain hand says goodbye to the light wind

What kind of love

The night of May will be listened to it and discarded

Moonlight described you as

A super -time statue

Who can hold it

Inch of time constantly dying

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wait

I will give you a whole day of loneliness

On the desolate beach, I am happy with sand

In the static silence of the rolling tide

I curse the shame forever

That's how I wait slowly

Waiting for your figure

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Anthony and Clock Pattra's love poems

I measured the world with your hands

I use your shoulder to make a pure balance

The golden yellow and pale of the moon are weighed

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In the name of your nothingness

In the name of your nothingness

I built a huge white house with crazy

Then cry for you along the four walls

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because

Because others will disguise and you don’t

Because others use chastity

Buy unforgivable things,

Because others are afraid.

Then, then, then

Because others are decorative graves

Silently produced Chen Rotten.

Because others are cold, you will not.

Then, then, then

Because others bribe and bribe

And their expressions are always dividends.

Because others are savvy and you are not.

Then, then, then

Because others go to see the shade

But you touch the danger.

Because others will calculate and you don't.

(Translated by Ding Wenlin)

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The desert that crosses the world with you ...

In order to cross the desert of the world with you

In order to face the intimidation of death with you

Forgot to be timid to see the truth

I follow your footsteps

Then, then, then

I gave you my kingdom and secret

Flying nights and tranquility

The rounded pearl and its luster

Mirror, image and my life

I gave up the garden in heaven

Then, then, then

The day is cool. Unobstructed

I saw me naked in the mirror

Time is calling to the wasteland

Then, then, then

So you wear your expression for me

I learned to resist the wind and waves in my life.

(Translated by Ding Wenlin)

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It's like an unreal ...

1

Just like a unreal flower in your hand

There are endless dance, harmonious and harmonious,

You have the tranquility that is difficult to describe in the garden

Moonlight and mystery are here.

2

Hold your hands out of my world

Your expression flows to me

The deep and incompetent sea, countless stars

Myths come from your eyes.

Then, then, then

You make me understand the garden in the distance

Tell me that life on Shiya is difficult

We enter the mysterious world together,

The short -term silent shout.

3

In your eyes where you are like a spring,

Among all you existing value

There are heavy, clear and sad dreams

A pine tree and landscape.

Then, then, then

All words in your mouth are sad

And all serious, great, depressed things

It's similar to you.

(Translated by Ding Wenlin)

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Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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