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hongyun198[thinking] hongyun198作品集 九品县令 (一不小心,做了官儿了。)
注册时间: 2007-12-07 帖子: 32 来自: 北京
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发表于: 星期日 六月 08, 2008 7:35 am 发表主题: Poems for my lover |
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Water for an elephant
The knife’s penetrated into fingers
The bullet’s out of bodies
The arrow’s sticking in arms
I lift my legs to run over the desert
Escaping from the only oasis
I was a hunter hunted by the wind
Every breeze touched my heart
Exhausted as a wild wolf
I howled in light of the pale moon
Petals fell over my shoulders
Leaving only scents of despair
They’re black petals in the sun of gold
I turned gloomy under the tomb of leaves
Split by an axe of fate or fortune
Without any difference
Soft mane entangled in the mist
Lucid eyelashes droop among the fog
The lion’s lost in the core of a unlimited plaza
Where no grass grows
No rain falls
The limp elephant strode over the blacktop
Tough and tough
Without a crack to breathe
Whips raised and curses rend
Numb trunk and blunt claws
The hunter and quarry
Lion and elephant
Live peacefully in the circus
The zoo to show our elegance
In the sense of animals
Whereas being enjoyed by other animals
Calling themselves highest
I miss the wink of stars which no man can preserve
The ice-cold dew on the top of gardenia
The aroma of white and gold chrysanthemum
The ever pursuit of a spotted deer
While the elephant meditate on its lost days
Spent on the way to the final stop
Caring on the end of cubs
One after another in the wing of Death’s sickle
I saw water in her gigantic eyes
Gliding over the creasy skin
It’s not tears
But clear water of an elephant
Both of us live in the indifference of spectators
Those eyes full of pitiful and sleazy tears forever
Only in the cage of silence
We can live in peace with the mobs outside
The sorrowful compromise
Where life stands, with the sigh of fortune
The Book Thief
Breathing heavily, I raised my arms
Over the gray book shelf
To cover the book in black cover
About a thief
A book thief
No one’s looking at me
As the day’s nearly over
The sun set
Sounds of silence filled the space
Where I could sense the gazing of God
And decide to bring this book out
Without paying
Satan was sitting in front of the One
Sipping a cup of Cappuccino
“Will he fall?” The holy One murmured
“We shall see.” The snake mixed the cream and chuckled
Slowly, I touched the spine of the book
With my warm fingers
It was cold, but neat
The urge of stealing filled my heart
Leaving no space for rational or
Reasonable thinking
Carefully, I took it down as a weighty stone
Stained by the blood of wizards
The length and width of a black shirt
Is enough for lodging the thin book
Whereas the fever of guilty
Is under pursuit of the so-called conscience
Elegantly, I moved my legs towards the open door
The sunlight was still gleaming
The silence was still roaring
The coldness was still stinging my arms
One step before the threshold
And Satan laughed loud to penetrate my heart
While the One remained mute
And just watch under its big feet
“I bet you’ll lose me another cup of coffee” the snake fleered
“It’ll be my pleasure” the holy sighed
I hesitated over a twinkling
And moved forward to break the crystal shard of faith
Of rectitude, or innocence
There, then, I became a book thief
For stealing a book named The Book Thief
Which I paid for in one minute
After returning to the store
“Who’s the winner?” The puzzled devil asked
“Certainly it wasn’t you.” The One blinked its shining eyes
And made another wink out of wisdom
“Would you prefer another cup of coffee?”
Left or Right 1
The boy turned left and run with all his efforts
The girl turned right and walked leisurely
With anxiety he ran to meet her
With carelessness she walked to watch the leaves falling
He run and run without looking back
Though he knew he couldn’t see her face now
But he believed that the fast he ran
The earlier he could meet the girl
At the other half of the earth
The girl didn’t notice the figure fading away
She sang a song and picked the flowers
Smell the flavor and laughed
The boy’s desire to the world
Comes from a girl
The desire to run and fight
To compete and prove
He ran and ran
Until the last drop of water
Vaporized from his hair
Under the torching sun
Until the last stream of warmth
Disappeared from his skin
Through the everlasting winds
He stopped and eventually saw the vague figure
That is facing at him
Singing and dancing slowly
“I ran around the world to see your face.” he sighed, and coughed hastily
“Me too!” the she laughed and neaten her white hair
Then, he continued his running towards the left
While she continued her wandering towards the right
After they had passed each other
They stopped suddenly and then looked back
Then, they smiled together
And noticed that both of them are old
“You’re still beautiful” he looked the furrow on her face
“You’re still handsome” she touched hold his rawboned body
And with hands together
They decided to stop and live in this place
Where
Left meet Right at last
Left or Right 2
Face to face they stood
Word to word they exchanged
Tear to tear they shed
Bye to bye they said
One turn to the left
The other right
One step away in distance
One step away in heart
They still hold each other's hands
Though leading different directions
They won't let go
Let go
Though future turns its palm
And set it between them
Future without me
Should be easy without much caring
Future without me
Should be comfortable without much depression
They murmured to each other
Trying to console each other
Though neither of them loosed their hands
Their eyes turned scarlet
Trying to hold tears from pouring down
Though neither ever turned their heads back
You'll find a boy with more fortune and more romance than me
The boy laughed
You'll find a girl with more beauty and more care ness than me
The girl smiled
Then silence overcame the pretended happiness
Then fulfilled the sky and earth
Leaving no space for breathing
The Rose Door
The sky is weeping
Echoing the anger of Zeus’s thunder
Darkness licked up the hillside
Leaving no space for the waver of roses
An old gardener collected the petals
Buried them in a tomb
Where lay laughter and tears
Canniness and caprice
Hope and despair
Love and die
The tomb formed a door
Leading the way towards destiny
Of all roses
Where a door closed
Another opened
With the name of roses
Ghosts wandered through doors
Holding the memories of their spirits
There, each inch of their love was engraved
On the door of roses
Showing their prologue
And the epilogue of lives
To find the climax
Just push the door open
Behind was all that you’re searching
Name it as you like
Just think it no more
The Silence
In the debate among gods
I remain silent
Words hung over like clouds
Overcome the eyesight
I could only hear the noise
The god became angry
I was woken up in the dream
Shaking off the pursuit
That scarlet gaze
Freeze my heart
So the silence befell
Ruined the world
On the peak of Olympus
I chose to fall
There’s no hope now
Only the jump
Could break the tumult
Replacing it for an eyewink of
Hush of bright eyes and clear ears
I stopped simulation
Using dumbness to be the bayonet
Fighting against the uproar
But the loneliness was so serene
That I couldn’t bear any longer
Only to strike the little tambourine
Sing a little song of love
I embrace noise but
Was killed by madness
The tear shed by olive branch
Was my inscription
Life could be ended easily
When instant and forever
Have nothing different
The feeling was disappearing
The world was a sandglass
We the sands
The noise of the sands’ flowing
Was hidden in the sandglass
Silently and lightly
I was tearing
With entrails scattered in the desert
For the eagles to taste
The world composed of rational thinking
Was strangled by the same thing
The Sky Is Crying
The earth is falling
Engulfing the creatures
Created by itself
The sky is crying
Weeping for the bleeding
Of the scarlet earth
Through the gray mist
I can see the tear-stained eyes
Shining, shining
Through the distortion of faces
I can feel the pain of hearts
Beating, beating
Through the glittering TV screen
I can touch the blood of others
Boiling, boiling
Embracing each other, we get warmth
Leaning upon each other, we can heal hurts
The painful crying has broken the silence of indifference
The firm faith has brought the voice of survivals
Hand in hand, we stand facing the wrath of Gaia
Heart to heart, we share the belief of living through the disaster
Through the gap of wastelands
Shines the sunny sky
It has stopped crying and begun smiling
To you, to me, and all of us
We’re not a family of the same kin
But we’re a family of the same blood
The blood of China
After all the clouds and winds
There’ll be a day full of sunlight
When the sky will cry no more
And begin smiling with confidenceJ
Virtual Life
There’re no bards in this area
When all the stars veiled themselves
Above the void roof of the room
And all the rivers hide themselves
Under the asphaltic ground
There’re no poems in this era
When all the big fishes spring
Out of the poisoned lakes
And all cacti withered away
In the deserted oasis of deserts
There’re no angels in this world
When all the gods became naked
In face of the god-like mechanism
When all the messengers became one-winged
Against the day-dreamers holding keyboards and mice
Between the earth and world
Heidegger digs up the meaning of the shoes
Around the four-dimensional mind
Gods left us alone in the ultimate dusk
Prometheus stood on the castle in the air
Preparing to jump
He dreamed of flying into the holy realm
To steal the fire from Olympus
And light it for the mortals
Had he known anything about the aerosphere
Or the man-made eternal Olympic fire?
What is the thieves’ destined torture?
The peck of an eagle
Or the disappearance of the holy fire?
When the only fire was formed in the torch
Poems vanished and poets died
When the nature was buried in our hands
Gods were exiled and dusk befell
In the last glimpse of the peak
I saw the lonely thief squatting
On the peak of purgatory
By his side sit Dante and Haizi
Each of them held their one-wing
Singing the last verse of immortal
To the destined mortals
Can you hear them?
Romeo and Juliet
When love was stolen from our daily routines
To be a so-called holy word
With the highest conception of the world
There’s nothing to be cared about
Facing the lost of all our memories
When death was robbed from our numb bodies
To be a beautiful or horrible word
With the lowest conception of the mortals
There’s nothing to be cared about
Facing the lost of all our lives
When Juliet lay on the ice-cold floor
Romeo came forth with the hope of survival
Where Romeo sank into the chilly sea water
Juliet woke up with the desire of love
Was it destiny which separates the teenagers,
Or just the forever conflict between love and death?
Or just lend me the favor to call all these some kind of art
Where all the impossible things were mustered
Only to allure the tears of us all?
There’s no need to tell love from death
Right from wrong
The whole world was a great furnace
The flames always immingled with the dregs
Or vice versa
Was love the ever flames which had no end
Until all our bodies and minds were smashed
Into masses of dregs with the name of death
I could feel the ever-increasing temperature
Of the great furnace
Where thousands of buildings were gulp
Where thousands of people were buried forever
Where thousands of achievements were taken back by the landlord
Of all living creatures
But was it love?
Was it the great holy brilliant word we called thousands of times?
I guess not
Not at all
Where Romeo and Juliet fell
I saw the tragedy of love shown on the stage of hating
Where the victims were rescued
I saw the tragedy of death shown on the stage of shaking
The furnace were boiling forever on the surface
In the name of love
While it always resumed calmness in the bottom
In the name of death
I saw the message on the cell-phone screen of the dead mother:
Saying: Always remember that I love you, my dear baby.
I saw the corpse of the teacher under whom four children survived
I saw the soldier who dropped on his knees
And cried to get a chance to come back
To save another one from death
There lie heaven and hell
Giving and Taking
Love of others and death of themselves
There lie Romeo and Juliet
Their similar smiling faces
Their similar pale faces
The forever two topics of poems
Were repeated times and again
Several times, Again and again
In the ever-seething flames of the furnace
The great resting volcano Vesuvius
There Romeo and Juliet met each other
Under a long table in a tumbled church
Surrounded by the roasting magma like hellfire
They murmured and laughed
With no words
Being heard
Monologue of Vagina
I heard of crying
From the little girl under the Great Swan
Or
The God of Olympia
The guilty endures for thousands of years
With no judgment from any gods
For they were belongings of the wrath of thunder
I heard of weeping
From the little girl in the Great War
Or
The City of Tory
The fire lights up the whole Aegean Sea
With no regret from any mortals
For they were worshipers of the desire of lust
I heard of sighing
From the little girl in the Great Judgment
Or
The Sentence of Witch
The anger swept the cruel mobs of France
With no mercy from any soldiers
For they were no longer followers of the Joan of Arc
I heard of silence
From the little girls in the first-night show
Or
The monologue of Vagina
The silence spread among the auditorium composed of boys and girls
With no violence or hurt from any students
For they were not slaves of Gods or Passion or Popes
I heard of laugh
From the little girl in my heart
Or
The girl of her own style
The laughter fulfilled the space and the time
With beliefs of equality and life itself from her heart
For she’s the one which cannot be defined by anyone else but herself
These poems’ for the girl in my heart, I sent them one per week. _________________ 我触摸窒息,并借此恢复呼吸。 |
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星子[ANNA] 星子作品集 酷我!I made it!
注册时间: 2004-06-05 帖子: 13192 来自: Toronto
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发表于: 星期日 六月 08, 2008 9:36 am 发表主题: |
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Love is always enchanting.
I heard of crying
From the little girl under the Great Swan
-----heard of ----I guess you could think of other words to replace... _________________
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hongyun198[thinking] hongyun198作品集 九品县令 (一不小心,做了官儿了。)
注册时间: 2007-12-07 帖子: 32 来自: 北京
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发表于: 星期日 六月 08, 2008 2:27 pm 发表主题: |
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星子 写到: | Love is always enchanting.
I heard of crying
From the little girl under the Great Swan
-----heard of ----I guess you could think of other words to replace... |
heard
maybe _________________ 我触摸窒息,并借此恢复呼吸。 |
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ericcoliu[ericcoliu] ericcoliu作品集 二品总督 (刚入二品,小心做人)
注册时间: 2007-05-29 帖子: 1393 来自: GTA, Canada
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发表于: 星期日 六月 08, 2008 8:00 pm 发表主题: Re: Poems for my lover |
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Monologue of Vagina
I heard of crying
From the little girl under the Great Swan
Or
The God of Olympia
The guilty endures for thousands of years
With no judgment from any gods
For they were belongings of the wrath of thunder
I heard of weeping
From the little girl in the Great War
Or
The City of Tory
The fire lights up the whole Aegean Sea
With no regret from any mortals
For they were worshipers of the desire of lust
I heard of sighing
From the little girl in the Great Judgment
Or
The Sentence of Witch
The anger swept the cruel mobs of France
With no mercy from any soldiers
For they were no longer followers of the Joan of Arc
I heard of silence
From the little girls in the first-night show
Or
The monologue of Vagina
The silence spread among the auditorium composed of boys and girls
With no violence or hurt from any students
For they were not slaves of Gods or Passion or Popes
I heard of laugh
From the little girl in my heart
Or
The girl of her own style
The laughter fulfilled the space and the time
With beliefs of equality and life itself from her heart
For she’s the one which cannot be defined by anyone else but herself
These poems’ for the girl in my heart, I sent them one per week. |
Now, this poem stays in my heart.
A poetic rendering of some of the key themes revealed in Vagina Monologue by Eve Ensler , the key organizer of a world wide movement, V-Day (V stands not only for vagina, but for victory against a global epidemic of violence against women), to stop violence against women.
By the way, the audience or auditorium composed of boys or girls?
I think you could say the auditorium is composed of orchestra, balcony seating, the stage, and an orchestra pit. _________________ Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul |
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hongyun198[thinking] hongyun198作品集 九品县令 (一不小心,做了官儿了。)
注册时间: 2007-12-07 帖子: 32 来自: 北京
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发表于: 星期一 六月 09, 2008 3:00 am 发表主题: Re: Poems for my lover |
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ericcoliu 写到: | hongyun198 写到: |
Monologue of Vagina
I heard of crying
From the little girl under the Great Swan
Or
The God of Olympia
The guilty endures for thousands of years
With no judgment from any gods
For they were belongings of the wrath of thunder
I heard of weeping
From the little girl in the Great War
Or
The City of Tory
The fire lights up the whole Aegean Sea
With no regret from any mortals
For they were worshipers of the desire of lust
I heard of sighing
From the little girl in the Great Judgment
Or
The Sentence of Witch
The anger swept the cruel mobs of France
With no mercy from any soldiers
For they were no longer followers of the Joan of Arc
I heard of silence
From the little girls in the first-night show
Or
The monologue of Vagina
The silence spread among the auditorium composed of boys and girls
With no violence or hurt from any students
For they were not slaves of Gods or Passion or Popes
I heard of laugh
From the little girl in my heart
Or
The girl of her own style
The laughter fulfilled the space and the time
With beliefs of equality and life itself from her heart
For she’s the one which cannot be defined by anyone else but herself
These poems’ for the girl in my heart, I sent them one per week. |
Now, this poem stays in my heart.
A poetic rendering of some of the key themes revealed in Vagina Monologue by Eve Ensler , the key organizer of a world wide movement, V-Day (V stands not only for vagina, but for victory against a global epidemic of violence against women), to stop violence against women.
By the way, the audience or auditorium composed of boys or girls?
I think you could say the auditorium is composed of orchestra, balcony seating, the stage, and an orchestra pit. |
It's my Bad English, I guess, hehe.
Thank you. _________________ 我触摸窒息,并借此恢复呼吸。 |
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