Selection of the Dromesterom Poem ｜ Everyone is a half -open door, leading to common houses

Tomas Trans Tranströmer (April 15, 1931 -March 26, 2015), also known as Thomas Trustler, Swedish poet, psychologist. Born in Stockholm on April 15, 1931. In 1949, the first poem was published in the magazine's "When the Lauret Tree grew". In 1954, "17 Poems" was published. In 1962, he published a collection of poems "Half completed Sky". In 1978, he published a collection of poems, "Real Disorders". In 1989, he published a collection of poems, "For the deceased and life". On October 6, 2011, won the Nobel Prize in Literature. On March 26, 2015, died of stroke.

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Melted

The morning air left a letter of stamp burning

The ice and snow shine, the burden was reduced -only seven two in one kilogram

Then, then, then

The sun is far from ice, flying at the junction of warm and warm

The wind is pushing the stroller and walking slowly

Then, then, then

The whole family comes out of the nest, watching the long -lost blue sky

We are in the first chapter of the legendary story

Then, then, then

The sun on the coat is like the pollen on the Hornet

The sun is sitting on the name "Winter", sitting in winter to disappear

Then, then, then

The round wood static paintings in the snow made me think deeply, I asked:

"Do you want to go to my childhood with me?" They said, "Go"

Then, then, then

The words in the shrub are muttering in new languages:

"The vowel is a blue sky, and the consonant is black branches, they talk about in the snow"

Then, then, then

But jet airplane bowing in a roar skirt

Make the earth's quiet growth

1962

Li Yan translated

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Half -finished sky

Cowardly interrupt your own itinerary

Fear interrupted your itinerary

Wush Eagle interrupts its soaring

Then, then, then

The eager light splashed out

Even the ghost tasted a sip

Then, then, then

Our painting is now daylight

The red beast of the studio in our glacier period

Then, then, then

Everything starts to look around

We go into the sun in groups

Then, then, then

Everyone is a half -open door

Linking to a common house

Then, then, then

The endless land is under our feet

Water flashes between the woods

The lake is the window to the earth

1962

Li Yan translated

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Forestry

There is an open space in the forest that can only be found when you get lost.

Then, then, then

The open space is wrapped in the forest that is suffocated. The black trunk is covered with gray stubble. The entangled trees have been dried until the treetops, and only a number of green branches stroke the sun. On the ground: shadow breastfeeding shadow, swamps are growing.

Then, then, then

But the grass in the open place is full of vitality. There are many big stones that are deliberately placed. They must be the foundation, maybe I guess wrong. Who has lived here? No one can answer. Their names are stored in an unattended file (only the files are always young and immortal). The oral tradition is extinct, and memory follows the death. Gypsy can be remembered, and people who can write can forget. Record, forgetting.

Then, then, then

The farmhouse sounded. This is the center of the world. But the residents were dead or relocated, and the event sheet ended. It has been abandoned for many years. The farmhouse became a lion body. In the end, everything was gone.

Then, then, then

I have been here in a sense, but now I must leave. I sneaked into the shrub forest. I can only move forward like a horse in the chess. After a while, the forest was sparse. Putly relax. A small road quietly walked to me. I returned to the traffic network.

Then, then, then

A beetle was sitting on the wire rod of the song. After the wings are closed after the flashing shield, it is exquisite, like an umbrella for experts.

1978

Li Yan translated

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Complete half of the paradise

Pessimism interrupted its itinerary.

Pain interrupted its itinerary.

Bald eagle interrupted its flying.

Then, then, then

The eager light flows out,

Even the ghosts drink a lot.

Then, then, then

Our paintings see sunlight,

The red beast of our ice -period studio.

Then, then, then

Everything began to look around,

We hundreds of we walk in the sun.

Then, then, then

Everyone is leading to a suitable one

The half -open door of everyone's room.

Then, then, then

The endless ground is under our feet.

The water shines between the woods.

Lake is a window embedded in the earth.

Dong Jiping translated

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Black mountain

The car entered another Panshan Highway, getting rid of the shadow of the mountain and climbing towards the top of the sun to the top of the mountain.

We crowded in the car. The dictator's avatar is also wrapped in 

In the newspaper. One wine bottle passed from a mouth to another mouth 

Death tires grow at different speeds in everyone's body 

On the top of the mountain, the blue sea chases the sky

1978

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Silver lotus

Walking into the magic -not easier than it. This is the oldest trap of the earth and spring: silver lotus. They are unexpectedly unexpected. They found out from the brown leaves last year when they were ignored. They are burning, floating, yes, floating, depending on color. There is no weight under the impulsive purple eyes. It is full of intoxication, but the roof is very low. "Fame" -Bainless! "Power" and "Published" -Moly funny! They even arranged a huge welcome ceremony in Nini, which was lively and noisy. The roof is very high -crystal chandelier is hung on all heads like glass mushrooms. Silver lotus opened a secret lane of death to the real banquet in order to replace this dignified and hustle and bustle.

1983 Li Yan 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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