Moon into my kitchen,
full moon is gently bumped
furniture corner,cheap UGG boots,
look more like this round table,
but not offensive to those corners.
click on the
moonlight filled the room, but at the same time both inside
but also for all,
including me, to stay out of the moving
space. Like a balloon,
every breath will be lightly disturbed about the moon,
different but with the balloon, it does not
rose to the ceiling, but rather like a dream move around as
tour,
at most one foot off the ground.
music has always been accompanied visit to the moon -
you would imagine it is the harp or lute, is in fact not,
I think it was a few planes Jazz drums,
was the touch of a whisper played gracefully.
(the concave side of that rope hoop
may give the moon when the mirror.)
large white chrysanthemum ray of light green shore
much like the moon color,
just have to light a lot, a lot.
I have sitting on many, why give me that this is a privilege?
ashamed of me, what should put on a how gorgeous
gesture to welcome it? I take a bow, curtsy, but the moon
humility does not seem to pay attention to my revere.
I breathe, gaze; slowly, gently
moon is up and running, visit the stove, closet,
shelves and sink, and then stopped at a Citrus Bowl on
aglow.
Then gently recede, and when I get up the courage to invite it
want a drink of mead, or plum brandy of the time.
1990
2. aware
When I saw that door,
I saw was the grape leaves
each other between the endless whisper to
.
my appearance so that they
embarrassment, and hold the green
atmosphere, like people
stand up, buttoned his jacket buttons,
as if they're going to leave, it seems that you are just before the arrival of the Retroflex Suffixation
finish.
but I like
I inadvertently catch a glimpse of the
their vague gesture. I like
words that sound private houses.
Next time I will be careful as the sun, an inch to an inch
opened the door, quietly
eavesdropping.
3. contraband
tree of wisdom is the reason the tree.
so taste is enough to let us
were expelled from the Garden of Eden. Fruit
that was supposed to be dried, ground into powder,
little by little taste, just like condiment that. Perhaps God had intended
,
later told us that this new fun.
we treat it into his mouth,
mouthful of to do.
excess will be toxic; gas
shrouded in our minds, around the body to form an iron hard
cloud barrier,
side of the wall separated us from God, and he is the park.
tough talk is not God, but a rational
too will become a tyranny,
locked us inside its boundaries, such as walls quashed The small room
according to our own image. God lives in
the other side of the mirror,
but through the wall from contact with the ground between the strict gap left by
, or drill in. as thin strip of sky light,
points to Mars, but soon heard a bunch of forget
notes ringing again.
4. ode to Eros
smile without a word of love O God,UGG boots, you hear me.
find the shadow of your wings
with grazed me.
with your shadow wrapped me, he is a flannel night
.
Let me handle the lights
saw that night,
make this country into another people
unthinkable in the country.
sleepy God,
ideas please let me slow down the flywheel,
so I hear you whisper like snow The
circled.
Let my love surround me with great energy in your smoke,
our friendship turned into a flame-shaped
,
fly-shaped smoke,
the shape of the body,
new twilight now.
5.
across the surface of the water that runs in the spirit of
knee through the pastures are:
the Spirit went, for the issue of silver grass.
it from all sides of the temporary wind, solar zenith,
is that the Spirit into the body,
atmosphere. Holy Spirit. Light, and it also makes us witness testimony.
countless grass, rolling up and bowed,
Hosanna meditation, when the spirit of [1]
will they run in the sparkling touch < br>
once again, in the hillside pastures,
a spring day, a needle eye,
time and space, like a ribbon through.
Annotation:
[1] Hosanna (hosanna) is the Hebrew
6. intruder
after I cut off my hands and grow
novice
I had a pair of hands who desire the things
< br> over the request is challenged. I dug out the eyes
sicken, and grow new eyes
worked my eyes the tears, the last thing
over request mercy.
7. accidentally discovered
I thought, I'll grow out of a pair of wings -
result is a cocoon.
I thought, now
into a fire -
result is a Yuanshen water.
eschatology is my childhood to learn
a word: A Study of the last things learned;
front of the mirror - I am no longer young, daily news - all about death,
dog - began to wake up after noisy,
barking, has been barking,
Despite this
I still occasionally found, sometimes
not the case: it is the first thing
.
words follow words, the shuttle was
swim across glass.
blowing to me.
8. 1961 年 九月
This year, some elderly,
some very remarkable old people,
left us half way.
This road leads to the sea.
our pockets filled with a lot of their words,
obscure guidelines. Those who took the elderly
the light on them,
We saw the light far away, over the hill
hidden in the side.
they did not die,
only to retreat to a painful secret state,
learn how to not rely on words to life.
E. P. D. City dusk in whining.
They told us,
This road leads to the sea,
and to
a language exchange in our hands.
we can hear their footsteps, every time a truck
flew from the side rather than
left us with a new silence .
people can not follow this endless, the road leading to the sea
reach the sea, unless
he eventually turned to the side of subduction, it seems So,
passing silently as owls,
interludes, flying,
last flew into the jungle.
but for us, the way
start on their own, we are counting
words in his pocket, not knowing what would happen without them
We will not
stop, we know
long way to go, and sometimes
We feel that with a little breeze in the air of the sea
... ...
Annotation:
[1] EP refers to the Pound (Ezra Pound, 1885-1972), the Imagist poet.
[2] Williams that Williams Carlos Williams (1883-1963), the Imagist poet.
[3] HD refers to Hilda • Du Hospital (Hilda Doolittle, 1886-1961), the Imagist poet, September 27, 1961 died. Poem seems to be for her. The poem said,
9. St. Peter and the angels
out of the throes of relapse from time to time,
dark atmosphere, there are those so that he could not let go of
people moan -
break that tied all sleeping through the
,
a door open silently -
escape it!
a long street along the majestic moonlight
empty:
a hand on Angel's shoulder, the other groping
the front of the air,
eyes wide open but did not move ... ...
until he saw the angel had passed away,
he can return to
< br> still can not reject the piece,
to his intoxication, dangerous and Early tired of the way,
when he came to realize that this is not a dream. It is more terrible than the arrested
than bundled with the guards more horrible:
he suddenly could hear his footsteps.
the footsteps of the angels may have been out sound? He could not remember.
no one miss him, but no one chasing him.
Now, he must when their
is a key to open the next lock,
freedom and joy of the next thriller.
10. inscriptions (about 1-2 century before)
the edge of their break up in the entity.
Since then, he will be a shadow of the nether town.
and she - will be along a road go
cloud,
no weight, complete, and completely harmless.
This is the last at a crossroads.
her right hand and his left hand
interlocking fingers, and he already accepted the fate and
aphasia,
his eye has also been from her back.
she lifted her left hand to touch fingertips with the sweltering
he still faces,
watched it cool, pale.
he has to see the road,
ready to go, though reluctant,
without unnecessary resistance.
and she accepted the fact that everything is irretrievably lost,
but until now, she has not
look at his journey of destiny. So far,
she did not give myself up to his own shadow.
1990
11. to love God less people
when you find your new again for a few decades ago to set foot on your
have traveled the area, you afraid of knowing students and thinking,
'I have exhausted talent? Does finished
own words to say? '
There is a remedy -
only one - to treat throat strangling you speechless
paralysis and paralysis of hands: Remember those great men Remember Cezanne
stubbornly out painting,UGG shoes, he painted the mountain
that he learned that cling to the indefatigable Jacob's noontime angel,
and Haoshuodaishuo obtained blessing. Remember Jacob
exercises over and over again to his theme, the loss of
is naive, and get
(apart from one note
to accumulate into a string echo of the music) is a sad
understanding. Every artistic life
all will encounter dragons, the rhythm of the cycle of blood to rise
scales: that also forget, that have to forget.
This is not just the enthusiasm to make things as well (including this course),
and it has always been a witness of the joy of
occurrence of the way,
it is depleted, simple, and not recognized -
until the past makes you sad. Then, you see,
a refraction of light, a shadow of the wings
silently into another. You can only move forward
.
1994
12.
pseudo pseudo lady lady, when we talked about
do not believe our own, while in the men suspected of dubious the support man!
If habitat in Mill Valley in the woods,
sweet rain dripping through the air in western,
a sweat white bull poet told We
our genitals ugly - why
never admit that we have such a thought? (What
embarrassed? They are not show people the!)
Do not, they are black, full of wrinkles addition of hair,
moon The pit ... ... and when a black stench filled
us, a
indifference to life,
woman we too,
women can not carry such non-things.
like a slut, we
before God happy but Han pleaded guilty - after also
said nothing. Our dreams,
how frivolous to be trimmed,
just like toes, like the hair and then the same as forking
folder up.
1964
13. Ivy brothers
between roads and sidewalks, one leaves the wide,
unloved, James Gray , messy, move the mouse by ivy
there alive. Happy new
leaves shining in the middle of the stubborn old leaves,
they had lost all the luster.
it does not need other people's recognition. It leaves
hides a mess of brown root cane,
dense swamp like the sea; root
stubbornly open. Drought years, even if no one
watering it, it can only
firmly grabbed the parched soil of the neck.
I'm not his attendant.
if we are siblings, I have
care of my brother,
that this relationship is mutual. This is the root ivy
no doubt use it to completely take up the life of
their responsibilities.
1992
14. hymns
I'm dead and gone? I was not too Xiadiao
old eyes? Or
this is just a dream -
the hymn, this stunning ode, which
interwoven colors and forms of music, cool cause the open The
feel the music -
it was not a dream
display of the power of memory, at the moment, today, or whatever
< br> When? Or within the eye that is
power
completely different from the memory, the power of imagination,
more than we remember,
been idle, as the one we forgot
scoop with a cup of water wells?
short,
wide that heavily forested mountainside
flourish, all kinds of trees,
various shades of green, golden green, blue green,
dark green, pure and true qualities of
green, green, and a warm and deep
maroon,Discount UGG boots, purple, and about
Yan Shu - all presented in
their fullness, in the form of quiet,
dressed in the breeze in the air,
and each one
leaves are rippled, shiny,
even the veins and jagged edges are clearly visible:
In short, the scene
to
dream that brings joy, I could not help but shed tears of gratitude
(it seems I never cried, just read about
that really tears at times
emission)
surprised to know that I have such a power, an innate ability
, even in sleep in
even if blind, even if
bid farewell to the earth, can see so clearly.
15. walls of brick garden wall
older than the house -
I guess they are in the building when the street
taken from a demolition of the farm -
another century, the narrow brick.
Although fences and barriers, it is a
simple standing behind a low wall flowers -
roses, hollyhock, lupine
silver pods, sweet
phlox, a light gray
Lavender -
few people noticed -
But I found a wall color
wake,
spilled drops of water when the hose
liberties of its acne and pitting -
elegant little red, a little gold, a small piece of
lavender shadows, germination from
a quiet and dry bronze -
Everything is always better than the prototype
things one small step beyond itself, it only opportunity which can not only look
to roam
encounter. A nine
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