Selection of Lanbo Poems ｜ When I flow along the ruthless river, the fiber husband no longer controls my order

Jean Nichola Adil Lanbo (French: Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud, October 20, 1854 -November 10, 1891), or translated Altur Lanbo, Hanbo, Linbao Germany, a famous French poet in the 19th century, a representative of the early symbolism poetry, the originator of surreal poetry. Langbo's representative works "Drunk Boat", "Hell Season", "Color Painting Collection".

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Cunning girl

The brown restaurant exudes

The aroma of the varnish and fruit, I am beautiful

Sit on a large chair and taste a plate

Belgian people do not know what.

Then, then, then

Listening to the clock while eating, I was secretly surprised.

The fragrance of the kitchen floats,

At this time, the service lady came, I don't know

Why her hair was messy and her card was crumbling.

Then, then, then

She fiddled her cheeks with a trembling finger,

Then anger the child's like pouting,

Her face was like a red and white peach.

Then, then, then

Pack up the cup plate, she came to me, in order to make me happy,

——Stime that -of course, give me a sweet kiss, -

Then told me gently: "Your little face froze me ..."

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Fiddler

This is a green mountain hole,

The singing Xiaohe hangs the silver tip of the straw tip,

The sun flashes on the mountain on the proud bank,

This is an empty valley with moss.

Then, then, then

A young soldier, opened his mouth, bare his head,

Bathing the neck in the new green of the blue mustard grass,

He was lying in the grass and wearing a naked long sky,

In the green bed with tears in the sun, his face fell asleep pale.

Then, then, then

He reached into the orchids and fell asleep.

Smiling like a sick boy, he felt cold,

So nature shook him with a warm arms.

Then, then, then

The aroma can't make his nostril jitter anymore,

He slept peacefully in the sun, covering his heart with his hands,

There are two red bullet holes on the right rib.

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Green Hotel

In the past eight days, I ran on Shizi Road,

It worn through a pair of boots before coming to Shilrua.

In a small green hotel: I want it

Bread tablets, butter and semi -cold ham.

Then, then, then

Fortunately, I straightened my legs under the green table.

Staring at the naive murals on the tapestry.

——This is very cute,

When a big breast, a hot girl coming over,

Then, then, then

She didn't come up to give you a kiss that frightened you!

She is full of spring breeze and holds a colorful tray,

Give me a slightly warm ham, butter and bread.

Then, then, then

The red and white ham emits the aroma of garlic,

She poured me a big cup full of beer,

The evening sunset flashed on the beer foam!

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vowel

A black, E white, I red, U green, O blue: vowels,

One day I want to leak your hidden origin:

A, the furry black vest on the fly,

Rotate around the bad smell, the dark bay;

Then, then, then

E, the innocence of the fog and the tabernacle, the proud peak of the glacier,

The white emperor, the star -like little white flowers are trembling;

I, Yin Hong's blood spit out, beautiful Zhu Ling

The smile in the drunken state in anger or repentance;

Then, then, then

U, the cycle of the blue sea and the mysterious amplitude,

The peace of the pasture of the livestock, the alchemy

Carved on the peace in the diligent forehead;

Then, then, then

O, the top horn, full of strange and harsh sound waves,

The silence between celestial bodies and angels through them:

Oh, Osaka, her bright purple eyes!

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Orfeiia

one

Sleeping the stars on the quiet and dark water surface,

Offreya is like a huge lily, white, white,

She pillowed a long towel and slowly drifted in the water,

——The distant bamboo forest has the sound of hunting.

Then, then, then

For more than a thousand years, like a white ghost,

The miserable Orfeiia passed through this black long river;

- For more than a thousand years, her sweet and enthusiastic love

Her romantic history in the late wind.

Then, then, then

The wind kissed her breasts and blew away her yarn scarf,

Like a blooming flower, shake lightly in the water;

Liu Si was crying on her shoulders, trembling,

The reed bent down at her meditation.

Then, then, then

The injured water lily lamented around her;

Sometimes, she wakes up the bird's nest that sleeps on the trees,

Just listening to the wings lightly, the birds fly away;

—— A mysterious song falls from the golden stars.

two

Ah, pale Offeia, you are as beautiful as snow!

Yes, you die, child, take away by the river!

—— Because the wind blowing down from the Mountains of Norway

I whispered to you and had a bitter freedom;

Then, then, then

Because the breeze of your long hair is blowing

Send the strange voice into your dream soul;

Because in the grievances of the tree and the sigh of the night

Your heart heard the singing of nature;

Then, then, then

Because of the sound of the sea of ​​anger, like a hoarse gasp,

Broken you too much love, too gentle, child -like chest,

Because one morning in April, pale and handsome knight,

A pitiful lunatic, sitting silently on your knees.

Then, then, then

Poor crazy girl, how beautiful dreams! Paradise, freedom, love!

You melt into dreams, like snow melting in the fire:

Your huge hallucinations suffocate your voice

——The terrible infinity makes your blue eyes shocked and terrified!

three

——The poet said, at night, you often come to find,

Facing the starlight of the sky, you often come to find the flowers you pick, and also said, seeing the white Offeiia, pillowing the gauze skirt,

Like a huge lily, floating on the water.

crow

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When the cold cover the grass,

A frustrated village

The long bell is silent ...

In Xiao Suo’s nature,

God, you descend from the long air

This cute crow.

Then, then, then

Lengfeng is like a strange military brigade shouting,

Attack your nest,

You rolled along the rolling rivers,

On the road with a vertical cross,

On the ditch and the cave,

Let's get away, gather!

Then, then, then

Lying on the new war dead

French Winter Winter Wilderness,

Thousands of hovering, you

To cause every pedestrian thinking!

Then, then, then

Come to be the shout of this mission, right?

Ah, we are wearing the black black black!

However, the saints of the sky,

Let the Ge Ying of May

Heights in the trees

On the mast that disappeared in the vast twilight,

Be with those people,

Wars of defeat

Delive them to

Dead grass deep in the woods.

Morning thinking

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Summer, at 4 am,

The sleep of love is being stunned,

Dawn in the woods

Excessive the atmosphere of the festival night.

Then, then, then

And on the open site,

Facing the sun of Hesperidus,

The woodworkers have rolled their sleeves

Start shaking.

Then, then, then

In the moss desert,

They silently made the coffin.

Among them, the treasure of the city,

Will laugh in the virtual sky.

Then, then, then

ah? For these beautiful workers,

Estacoror of King Babylon,

Venus! Let's let go of these lover temporarily,

Their soul is wearing a corolla.

Then, then, then

Oh, the queen of the shepherd!

Give the workers to the workers,

May their power be calmed down,

Waiting for the bath at noon.

Wandering

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The fist is turbulent in the pocket, I am gone,

The jacket looks quite fascinating;

I walked under the sky, muse! I am loyal to you;

Oops, I have dreamed of brilliant love!

Then, then, then

I have a large hole in my only shorts,

—— Just like the little thumb of dreams, I am all the way

Poetry rhyme, my inns are the big bear stars,

My stars made a loud noise in the sky.

Then, then, then

Sitting on the side of the road, I listen to it,

On the quiet night of September, the dewdrops are dripping my forehead,

Such as rich wine.

Then, then, then

I chant in the phantom and tighten

The loose band on the broken shoes, like playing the harp,

One foot is close to my heart!

Winter dream

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There are blue seats inside.

Every soft corner has a kiss nest,

We are extremely comfortable.

Then, then, then

Close your eyes and don’t look at the glass

Shake the shadow,

Those ghosts, black groups,

Black wolves.

Then, then, then

Then you feel that your face is caught,

A small kiss, like a crazy spider,

Climb to your neck ...

Then, then, then

You quickly bowed his head and screamed, "Where did you go?"

——I found it for a long time,

The worm has been going to the distance ...

Linguistic alchemy

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about me. A crazy story in my madness.

For a long time, I presented myself to all the possible scenery, I

It is very unnecessary that painting and modern poetry are so well -known.

I love stupid painting, hanging curtains, decorations, and selling artists on the street

Small scenery, signboards, folk color paintings; I like old literature, church

Latin, no pornographic books with spelling text, describe our ancestors'

Novels, fairy stories, small books that children read, ancient opera, unnecessary

Xiaoqu, simple poetry.

I am always dreaming, dreaming of the Crusader Expedition, does not involve the counterfeit of others

Dangerous travel, dreaming that the Republic without history is religious

Wars, great changes in customs, racial migration, shift of the mainland, all of this

Wonderful and magical, I believe it.

I invented the color of the mother sound! -A black, E white, i red, o

Blue, U green -I stipulate the form and change of each word, not blowing

Hush, looking for the rhythm of instinct, I also invented the language of a set of poems,

Sooner or later, the language of this poem can directly resort to the sense of sense. As to

He expressed, I still keep it.

First, this is a kind of learning. I wrote silent silence and wrote it

In the night, I have made a record that I can't express it, and I am confused about dizziness.

Give fixed.

Drunk boat

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When I flow along the ruthless river, I only flow,

I feel that the husband no longer controls my direction.

The noisy red race caught them away,

Dipped as a target and nailed to colorful piles.

Then, then, then

The fate of all these sailors, I don't care about it,

I only ship Ferlan Mang Wheat and British cotton.

When the fibrous husband's cry and noise dissipate,

The river drifted me freely without any.

Then, then, then

I ran for a long time, and I ignored the tide,

Deafness than children who are fascinated.

I saw the Peninsula break free from the cables,

It seemed to be proud of a bee.

Then, then, then

The storm bless me to wake up on the sea,

I dance, lighter than bottle plugs,

In the waves -the dead eternal shaking bed

Ten nights, without nostalgia of the silly eyes of the signal light.

Then, then, then

The green water penetrated my fir hip shell, -

Sweet and sour apples that are greedy for children,

Wash the blue wine and vomiting stains,

I rushed off my iron anchor and my rudder.

Then, then, then

Since then, I have been immersed in the sea of ​​the sea--

Sea, full of stars, like milk;

I am full of green light, and sometimes I drifted

A pale, contemplative and intoxicated corpse.

Then, then, then

This blue and blue and absurd, as well as the daytime fire

The slow rhythm under the reflection was stained in a blink of an eye-

The mold of orange -red love is fermented and suffering, and it is suffering.

It is stronger than alcohol and wider than the harp.

Then, then, then

I am familiar with the cracking sky under electric light,

Crazy waves, rapids, tornado; I am familiar with dusk

And a group of white pigeons inspiring dawn,

I have also seen a wonderful scene that people can only fantasize!

Then, then, then

I have seen the sunset, and I have been blackened by mysterious horror,

Shining with long purple condensation,

The slight tremor rolled to the distance according to the waves,

It looks like a chorus in ancient drama!

Then, then, then

I dream of a green night, in the dazzling white snow

A kiss slowly rises to the sea of ​​the sea,

The cycle of unheard of liquid juice,

The awakening of yellow and blue of phosphorus singers!

Then, then, then

I once chased Changlang for a few months,

It impacts the reef, just like a crazy cattle,

How can I imagine the bright feet of Maria

The face of the ocean that can tame this asthma!

Then, then, then

I hit the incredible Flurida,

There is a leopard where the leopard has human skin, and the leopard eyes are mixed with Qihua,

There are Hongni tightly, like roots reins

Put the blue horses under the sea level!

Then, then, then

I have seen fermented swamps, the fishing basket-

Sleeping the rotten beast in the reed bush;

Suddenly pouring in the calm waves,

A vertical waterfall is injected into the vortex!

Then, then, then

I have seen the sky of glacier, silver sun, and charcoal,

Pearl waves and brown bearing stranding are unpredictable,

The twisted bark produces a black fragrance,

Fall from the tree to the giant snake bite by the bug!

Then, then, then

I really want to show the children in Bilang swordfish--

Those golden fish, the fish that can sing;

The bubble of the flower blessed me without anchor and drifted,

The breeze that is indescribable for language adds wings to me.

Then, then, then

The sea -the victims of the fatigue of each global

The sobbing of its sobbing gently shakes me into my dream,

It raised the dark bouquet to me, showing yellow holes,

I knelt down like a woman, still still ...

Then, then, then

Like a bird with golden eyes full of golden eyes,

I shake this boat and bird dung, a boat noisy.

I sail, and from the cables in my water,

Floating corpses often come back and fall in a nap! Native

Then, then, then

I am a missing boat, in the green silk entangled in the sea,

Or is it too virtual that the birds can not reach by the wind roll?

Regardless

I wanted to catch my skeleton drunk.

Then, then, then

I only have ripples, rippling smoke, and let the purple mist navigate,

I drill the light red sky wall, this wall

The moss and tears of the sun, the tears of the sky, ———

This is the exquisite jam for the real poet.

Then, then, then

I am Mercedes -Benz, full of electric crescent,

It is a dark hippocampus that escorted me crazy wooden board;

When a stick was defeated in July,

The hot funnels are hung in the air!

Then, then, then

I can hear it all over a hundred miles away

The estrus hippopotamus, roaring vortex,

I will always texture the still blue,

I miss the ancient city stack of Europa!

Then, then, then

I have seen the islands of Star! there,

The fierce Tianmen opened to the sailing person:

"Do you just sleep in this bottom no late night--

Ah, millions of golden birds? Ah, the vitality of the future? "

Then, then, then

But I no longer cry! The morning light is so sad,

The whole sun is bitter, and the whole moon is bad.

The spicy love makes me drunk,

Ah, I hope my keel is broken! May I be buried in the sea!

Then, then, then

If I want to want Europe in Europe, I just want to hope

The dark and cold water pond on the road, in the evening,

A sad child squatted by the water,

Put a fragile boat like a butterfly.

Then, then, then

Wave, I dipped your fatigue and fatigue,

Can't follow the track of the cotton shipping ship,

From then on, it is not arrogant to walk through the colorful color,

Not under the bargain of the bargain!

Flying white translation

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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