Herbert Poetry Selection ｜ I want to describe a beam of light, it was born inside me

Qibangnuki Herbert was born in Lowell, eastern Poland in 1924. He studied laws and philosophy in Warsaw. Although his poems were published in the magazine very early, his first collection of poems "A Harmony of Light" was not published in 1956 after Stalin's death. He then published several important poems "Hermes, Dogs and Stars" (1957), "A Study on Orthodontics" (1961), "Mr. I Sisted" (1974), Herbert is also a The well -known art history theory and write radio dramas. Its works are translated into multiple texts. Herbert's poetry has a deep culture and historical perspective, with a variety of styles, and belongs to the kind of poet who wrote in different styles in different periods.

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I want to describe

I want to describe the most concise emotions

Joy or Sadness

It is not like what others do

Lightning of the enterprise and the sun or rain

Then, then, then

I want to describe a beam of light

It was born inside me

But I know it

Not like any starlight

Because it is not so bright

So purely

It is not sure

Then, then, then

I want to describe courage

And there is no dusty lion dragging behind

Want to describe anxiety

Do not shake a full of water full of water

Then, then, then

In another way

I am willing to use all metaphors

Change a word

It has a chest like ribs

Replace the word

It curbs to my skin

Within the boundary

Then, then, then

But although this is impossible

Saying — I love

I ran around madly

Pick up the bird's feathers

And my tenderness

It's not made at all with water

But ask the water to ask for a face

Then, then, then

There are anger

It is different from flames

Just borrowed the flame

A tone of tone

Then, then, then

So vague

So vague

Inside me

Gentlemen who are quite maintenance

Those who will always be abandoned

Say

This is the subject

This is an object

Then, then, then

We lie down and sleep

Pressing one hand under the head

The other hand stretches into a pile of planets

Then, then, then

Our feet have abandoned us

Use their small roots

Experience the earth

In the next morning

We pulled it out painfully

Cui Weiping translated

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Fun power

This does not require great character at all

We refuse, disappoint and resist

Just have a little bit of courage

But this is mainly a fun thing

Yes, fun

In the cartilage of the texture of the soul and conscience

Then, then, then

Does anyone know if we can do better

I want to present roses for women who are as thin as pancakes

Still dedicated to the charming character in Bos' painting

But what kind of horror is there at this time

Terrible traps, alleys and barracks of murder

The temple called justice

A native Mi Fist wearing Lenin outfit

Send Orola's grandchildren to the wilderness

The boy has a potato -like face

Ugly girls flush their hands with both hands

Then, then, then

Their rhetoric is made of cheap sack cloth

(Marcus. Tulles flipped in the grave)

A series of concepts of synonyms repeatedly fell down

The dialectics of the massacre are unreasonable to talk

Their syntax comes from the beauty of the main view

Then, then, then

Therefore, aesthetics may be helpful in life

It is impossible for a person to ignore beauty learning

Then, then, then

Before the announcement, we must review it carefully

The style of architecture, the rhythm of copper drums and management

The color of the office and the contempt ceremony of the funeral

Then, then, then

Our eyes and ears refuse to obey

The king we feel proudly chose exile

Then, then, then

This does not require great character at all

We just have a little courage

But this is mainly a fun thing

Yes, fun

It requires us to walk away, make a twisted face and a mockery

Even for the rare satisfaction in this body

Lower head

Cui Weiping translated

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Tongue

In accident, I crossed her teeth and swallowed her clever tongue. It is now in my body, like a Japanese goldfish. It wiped my heart and diarrhea, like the wall of the fish tank, and it stirred the mud from the bottom.

Then, then, then

The one who was taken away by me, her eyes widened and stared at me and looked forward to me.

Then, then, then

However, I don't know if it should be used to say to her with that tongue -the stolen one, or is it already in my mouth, the one who is too good?

Davin translation

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So Polkulus said so

My mobile kingdom is between Athens and Maggatara

There I ruled the forest gully cliff alone

There is only one stick without a king's rod.

Just put on a wolf's coat

Then, then, then

I have no subjects

If so, they will not live longer than dawn

Then, then, then

Mythical experts wrongly call me a robber

Actually I am just a scholar and reformer

My real enthusiasm lies in human measurement

Then, then, then

I make a bed with a perfect person's size

I used this bed to measure the passers -by I was caught

I have to admit -I admit -stretching -some arms and truncations

Some legs

Then, then, then

The more patients who were treated, the more they died.

The more I am convinced that my research is legitimate

Therefore, the so -called progress cannot be without a sacrifice

Then, then, then

I want to cancel the difference between the masters and the dwarf

I want to give the diverse diversified human single style

In order to make people do my best

Then, then, then

My head was chopped to the murderer who killed the innocent Nonotos to escape from the maze by using a woman's line group

A smart person with no principles and prospects

Then, then, then

I have a real hope that someone will continue my work

Carry out such a wonderful career to the end

Cui Weiping translated

Pounder

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Some people head

The blooming courtyard

Poor trail in the hair

Laying to cities full of sunlight and white

Then, then, then

For these people

They closed their eyes

Imagine waterfall instant

Flow from their forehead

Then, then, then

My imagination

It's a wooden board

My only tool

Is a branch bar

Then, then, then

I hit the wooden board

It responds to me

whether

whether

Then, then, then

Other people are green bells of trees

Blue bell surface

I have a knockman

From unmanned gardens

Then, then, then

I hit the wooden board

It encourages me

Use the boring verse of the moral family

whether

whether

Why is it classic

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one

The fourth volume of "Berlonnenia War"

Xiu Xide described the expedition that he failed

Then, then, then

In those siege, campaign, disease

The long lectures of the generals

Tianluo

Diplomatic strategy

This episode looks like a forest

A fine needle

Then, then, then

Anfipolis, which belongs to Athens

Lose to Brahidas

Because the rescue of Xiu Xidid is too late

Then, then, then

For this reason, he got life -long exile

From the city -state from his birth

Then, then, then

The whole life exile

Understand this price

two

Generals in today's war

In similar dilemma

Editorials for their flexion

Boast your heroism

How to be innocent

Then, then, then

They complain

Complaining of jealous colleagues

And hostile wind

Then, then, then

Xiu Xidider just said

That's winter

He has seven boats

Has been horsepower

three

Is the theme of art

Must become a broken crock jar

A small broken soul

Full of self -compassion

Then, then, then

So I left us

It will be the tears of the lover

In a small hotel with a dim light

When the paste wallpaper peels off

Cui Weiping translated

Our fear

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Our fear

Don't put a shirt at night

Without the eyes of owl

Isn’t it going to open a coffin lid

Or extinguish a candle that is still burning

Not even the face of the deceased

Then, then, then

Our fear

It was found in the pocket

A sentence written on paper

"Remind Vacci

Dravga Street is in danger "

Then, then, then

Our fear

It does not rise from the wings of the hurricane

Do not stop at the tower of a church

It is in reality

Then, then, then

It has

The shape made of rush

Wear clothes with temperature

Ration

Weapon

Then, then, then

Our fear

Do not have the face of a deceased

The dead are gentle to us

We carry them on their shoulders

Wrap under the same blanket

Then, then, then

Close their eyes

Start their lips

Dig a dry pit

Bury them

Then, then, then

Don't be too deep

Don't be too shallow

Cui Weiping translated

sound

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I walk on the beach

Find that kind of sound

Between a wave and another wavy breathing

Then, then, then

But there is no sound here

Only the ancient rap of water

Unpleasant

A white bird's wings

Dry on a stone

Then, then, then

I go to the forest

Keep there

A huge hourglass slightly sound

Fix the leaves to rot

Rotten soil screening into leaves

The insects' strong mouth

All silence on the ground

Then, then, then

I go to the field

Large green and yellow

Stick up by the legs of the little creatures

Sing in every hit with the wind

Then, then, then

In the endless monologue

If there is a moment of pause

That is such a sound

It must be clear

Then, then, then

Nothing except whispering

Gently hitting the shot suddenly increased suddenly

I return home

My experience presentation

The shape of the dilemma

Or the world is a dumb

Or I am a deaf myself

Then, then, then

Maybe

We are both

Destined to get into distress

Then, then, then

So we must

Handle

Aimlessly continue

Towards the dull throat

Rise from there

A mismatched sound

Cui Weiping translated

Re -telling a poet (a radio drama)

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Homer: Poetry is shouting. Do you know what else is left after removing that kind of noise?

El Pini: I don't know.

Homer: Nothing.

Then, then, then

Professor: Annuni near Mili, Milo's Annomi is a deaf next to the giant.

(The tick from the water from a faucet)

... unimportant and common themes. Annomi insisted on dedicating a poem to a mullet, an ordinary plant, lush and useless.

Then, then, then

Homer: I used to talk about war

Lighthouse and ship

Killing hero

And the hero who kills

But I forgot a thing.

I used to talk about the landscape at sea

Collapse of the city wall

Grain in the fire

Flip mound

But I forgot that mushroom willow

Then, then, then

When he is alive

Use a spear to break through his injured mouth

Close

He didn't see it

That sea

Cities

I didn't see friends

He saw it

Near his face

A sacrifice

Then, then, then

His eyes extend

To the highest

The dry branches of the willow,

Avoid it at the same time

Brown and green leaves

Cross the sky

Then, then, then

No wings

No blood

No thought

No--

Professor: The theme has no meaning and formal degeneration.

Then, then, then

Homer: ... in darkness and silence, my body is mature. This multi -like earth is full of unpredictable possibilities. The new layer of fluff is covered with my skin. I started to find myself and started investigating and describing.

Then, then, then

First I want to describe myself

Start with my head

Or it is best to get from my arm

To be precise, the left arm

Then, then, then

Or start with my hand

From the little thumb of the left hand

My little finger

It's warm

Bend inwardly inwardly

Until a nail

Then, then, then

It consists of three parts

Grow up directly from the palm

If you separate from your palm

It will turn into a full -footed bug

Then, then, then

It is a special finger

It is the unique left -handed little thumb in this world

I was given me straightforwardly

Other left hand little fingers

It's cold abstraction

Then, then, then

follow me

We have a common birth day

Common death day

Common loneliness

Then, then, then

Just my blood

赘

Tightly grab the distant coast

Use that survival life pulse.

Then, then, then

Carefully, I started investigating the world. I know everything until it becomes useless. Like another set of plot. I have to observe every new thing, not from Troy, from Achilles, but from a sandals. One sandals with buckle, starting from a stone that accidentally kicked on the small road.

Then, then, then

A stone is a living creature

Very perfect

Like itself

Observe your own boundaries

Just own

The meaning of as a stone

Then, then, then

Have a fragrance that is different from anything

Never panic or want

Then, then, then

Its passion and indifference

Just with dignity

Then, then, then

When I pinch it in my hand

I feel a huge condemnation

Its noble and solemn body

I know a false warmth

Then, then, then

Stone cannot be tamed

They will always look at us

Use a brilliant and calm eyes

Then, then, then

I will never return to Mili. There is my shouting place. It caught me with some dark trails and killed me.

Then, then, then

The shouting

Between the shouting of death

Staring at your nails tightly

Staring at a sunset

Staring at the tail of a fish

What you will see

Not brought to the market

Sale of prices

Not shouting

Then, then, then

Those gods are like lovers

It looks like a huge silence

Then, then, then

At the beginning of noisy

Between the end of the noise

Like an elusive melody

No sound

Have all the sounds

Then, then, then

This is just the beginning. The beginning is always weird. I was sitting on the lowest level of the Temple of Zeus, Milokulus and I were praising a little thumb, a litter tree, a stone.

Then, then, then

I have never had disciples and listeners. People are still afraid of the huge fire in the epic. But it is going out. Those burnt things soon will be covered by grass. I am the grass.

Then, then, then

Sometimes I think I may be able to attract new audiences with new poems, which will no longer be from courage to courage, shouting to shouting, from fear to fear. It is from the grain to the grain, the leaves to the leaves, and the feelings. From words to silence.

Cui Weiping translated

Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

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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