Smantling Poetry Selection ｜ I am a full pond, but it is like the dry spring eyes for you.

Gabriella Misttera (1889 ~ 1957) Chilean female poet. Mistterlall was originally known as Lusia Gotidi Alcatga. At the age of fourteen, he began to publish poems, and became famous for his lyric poem "The Fourteenth Walk of Death". He used to be the principal of the middle school and later entered the diplomatic community. Mostral also served as Chile's special envoy in the United Nations in his later years. While any ambassador, he insists on poetic creation. Gabriella Misttelal won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1945. The main works are: "Despair", "Tenderness", "Stabing Tree", "Pressing Machine" and so on.

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Disappear

My body will leave you drop by drop.

My face should leave in the dull oil;

My hands must be turned into scattered mercury,

My feet will turn into two dusts.

Then, then, then

Everything has to leave you! Everything has to leave us!

My voice is leaving, it used to be your clock

Just make a sound to us.

In your sight, in your sight,

I will lose a tightening expression.

Stop away from you, when it looks at you,

Dedicate the thorns and elm.

Then, then, then

I want to leave you with your breath:

It's like your body volatilizes.

I want to leave you with insomnia and dreams,

Disappearing to your most loyal memory.

In your memory, I become the same as those people,

It is neither born in the jungle.

Then, then, then

I am willing to turn into blood, flow

In your hand and juice -like mouth.

I would like to become your internal organs and incinerate

In your journey I have never heard,

In your crazy crazy in your lonely sea

Echo in the passion of the night!

Everything has to leave us and leave us!

Translated by Zhao Zhenjiang

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Air

Sometimes it appears, sometimes hidden,

This is air, this is air,

Don't look at him without mouth,

Lick you, kiss you, like dear father.

Then, then, then

Ah, we passed him through him, but did not break him,

He seemed to be injured, but he had no complaints.

He looks like wrap everything and takes it away,

And leave everything completely, this is the air ...

Chen Mengyi

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Silent

If I hate you,

I will tell you categorically,

But now I love you,

So vague language to humans

I can't believe it.

Then, then, then

You want it to turn into a call,

From the deep heart,

But it hasn't produced the chest and throat yet,

The burning rapids have long been weak.

Then, then, then

I was a full pond,

But it is like a dry spring eye.

Everything is because of my painful silence,

Its brutal victory over death!

Translated by Zhao Zhenjiang

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Dead 14 -line poem

one

You are placed in the icy nib,

I let you go back to the bright world,

They don't know where I want to rest in peace,

Our dreams are connected together.

Then, then, then

I let you lie in a sunny place,

Sleeping a sleeping baby like a mother.

The earth becomes a soft cradle,

Shaking your painful baby.

Then, then, then

Then I go to sprinkle the soil and rose petals,

In the blue fog -like moonlight

Cover you lightly.

Then, then, then

I go away at ease,

Because no one will come to this tomb again

Fight with me your body!

two

One day, this years of depression became heavy,

That is the soul that will inform my body,

It no longer wants to walk heavy on the road of rosy,

Although the people there laughs and laughs ...

Then, then, then

You will feel that someone is digging the tomb,

Another sleeping woman came to your silent edge,

When people bury me,

We can talk endlessly!

Then, then, then

You will know why

You are flourishing

But sleeping in the tomb.

Then, then, then

There is a star stay in the palace of death,

You will understand that it is insighting us,

Whoever betrayed it, who was taken away by the stars ...

three

That day, the evil hands of the evil hands stretched you,

The stars bring you out of Lily Garden.

When the evil hands are unfortunately reached into the garden,

Your life is in a happy year ...

Then, then, then

I said to God: "He was introduced to death,

Don't let anyone take away his cute soul!

God, let him escape the evil palm,

Let him sleep in the long dream you give human beings!

Then, then, then

"I can't call him or walk with him!

A black wind overturned his boat,

It was either let him return to my arms or let him be killed in a heyday. "

Then, then, then

In the flowers -like years, the boat no longer moves forward ...

Don't I know how to love, am I not emotional?

Just judge my God, your eyes are the clearest!

Translated by Wu Xue

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Mother's poems (festival selection)

Kiss

After I was kissed, I became another person: I became another person because of the pulse of merging with my pulse and the breath that I noticed from my breath. Now my abdomen is like my heart ...

I even found a trace of floral fragrance in my breath: this is because of the small things lying in my body like the dew on the grass leaf!

What will he look like?

What will he look like? I stared at the petals of the rose for a long time and touched them happily: I hope his little face is like petals. I play in the blackBerry bushes that are staggered, because I hope his hair is so black. However, if his skin is as dark as the clay like pottery workers, if his hair is as straight as my life, I don't care. When I overlooking the valley, when the mist was covered, I imagined the fog as a girl's side shadow, a very cute girl, because it may also be a girl.

But the most important thing is that he hopes that he looks as sweet as that person's eyes, and his voice is as trembling as he talks to me, because I hope to entrust my love for the person who kiss me.

sweet

The child I was sleeping was asleep, and my footsteps were quiet. Since I was pregnant with this mysterious thing, the whole mood was pious.

My voice is soft, as if adding a weak voice of love, because I am afraid to wake him up.

Now my vision is looking for the pain in people's faces so that others can see and understand the pale face.

I carefully moved the grass of the quail Anchao. I walked lightly on the field. I believe that the trees also have sleeping children, so they bow their heads to guard them.

Eternal pain

If he suffers in my body, I will be pale; I feel painful for his secret oppression, and the person I can't see a little move may want my life.

But don't think that when I am with him, I have a lot of connection with him. When he walked freely, even if he was far away from me, the wind hit him to tear my flesh, and his call would be shouted through my throat. My cry and my smile are shifted with your face, my child.

Earth image

I haven't seen the real image of the earth before. The appearance of the earth is like a woman holding her child in her arms (the creature is in her wide embrace).

I gradually understand the motherhood of things. Looking down at my mountain is also a mother. At dusk, the mist is like a child playing in front of her shoulders and knees.

Now I think of the valley. The flowing water at the bottom of the creek covered the thorns, and could not see it, only hearing it to sing.

I am also like a valley; I feel that the stream sings in my depths and is covered by my body's thorns. I haven't seen light.

To husband

Husband, don't keep me. You make him like lily in the water in the depths of my body. Let me stay like a quiet water.

Love me, give me a little more love! What a petite, I will be inseparable from you; how poor I will give you another eye, lips, and let you enjoy the fun of the world; how fragile I am, love will make me like a pottery pot, pour out the wine of life.

please forgive me! I staggered, and I was stupid when I was drinking for you; it was you who enriched me into the present, it was that you made my actions so weird.

Treat me more kindly than ever. Don't bother my blood eagerly, don't excite my breath.

Now I am just a screen; my whole body is just a screen where there is a child sleeping underneath!

dawn

I tossed a night, in order to dedicate gifts, I was all over my whole body. My forehead is all sweaty of death; no, not death, but life!

God, in order to make him born smoothly, I now call you infinite sweetness.

Born, my painful breathing rose to dawn, and merged with Bird Ming!

Sacred law

People say that after fertility, my life has been weakened in my body, and my blood is flowing out of the squeezing machine; but I just feel like I vomit a breath and my heart is comfortable!

I asked, "Who am I, can I have a child on my knee?"

I answered myself:

"A person with love, when she was kissed, her love demanded a long time."

The earth looked at me holding the child and blessed me because I was so rich as a palm.

Lei Yi translated

Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

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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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