Select Bisher Poetry ｜ Starlight through your black hair and gather closely with a bright formation

Elizabeth Bishop, February 8, 1911 -October 6, 1979), a famous American female poet. She is the crown poet of the United States from 1949 to 1950 and won the Pulitzer Award in 1956. Biloo is one of the most important and influential female poets in the 20th century in the United States. Born in Massachusetts in Massachusetts in 1911. After graduating from Vasa College in 1934, his life in the literature circle in New York laid the foundation for his career. Later, with the university classmate Louis Calan, he lived together for 5 years in Kivist Island in Florida, southern Florida. Her life is often traveling, and she is away from the cultural life of the United States. Settled in Brazil in 1950. Finally returned to Massachusetts, live in Boston, and taught at Harvard University. Died suddenly in 1979 at the age of 68. Represents as "Northern · South", "A Cold Spring".

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Art

It is not difficult to master the loss of art;

So many things are filled with

Lost is not a disaster.

Then, then, then

What is lost every day. Because the door is thrown away

The keys lost their souls, and time survived in vain.

Lost art is not difficult to deal with.

Then, then, then

Then lose more and faster;

Address, name, you have to go there

Tourism, all this will not bring you a disaster.

Then, then, then

I lost my mother's watch. Look! My last,

My almost last cute destination has also lost

Lost art is not difficult to deal with.

Then, then, then

I lost two cute cities. Farther

The two kingdoms I have, two rivers, one continent.

I miss them, but this is not a disaster.

Then, then, then

-Even if you lose you (a humorous tone,

I love the gesture) I won't lie.

This is the art that is lost in fact that it is not difficult to deal with

Although it looks like a disaster.

Translated by Li Xiaota

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Minority

Think about the disturbing storm in the sky

Like a dog looking for peace

Listen to its roar.

Then, then, then

In the dark, those mahogany door embolism

No response to its gaze

The nest composed of rough fibers,

Then, then, then

Occasionally there is a heron bird who will hang down his head

Holding the feathers, there is no understanding in my mouth to talk to myself

When the surrounding water begins to shine

Then, then, then

Think about the tree -lined avenue and the small palm tree

The torso in all ranks suddenly flashed

Like a weak fish bone.

Then, then, then

It was raining there. Sidewalk

Weeds in each gap

Being beaten, wet, and seawater became fresh.

Then, then, then

Now the storm leaves again, slightly

The sequence, violently illuminating the scene of the war

Each one is "another place in the field."

Then, then, then

Think about the yacht that is embedded in a mahogany pile or a bridge column

Someone who sleeps

Think of him seem to be safe and not disturbed.

Translated by Ma Yan Jiang Tao

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Shampoo

Silent expansion on the rock,

Moss grows, spread

Like a shock wave like gray.

They look forward to meeting

On the ring around the moon,

Still left in our memory.

Then, then, then

Since heaven will

Take care of us,

My dear, why are you

Pay attention to practical results, busy;

May wish to watch in front of you. Time

If you are not touched.

Then, then, then

Starlight through your black hair

With a bright formation

Gathering closely together,

So straight, so fast

Come on, let me use that big tin basin for you

It was broken, and it flickered like a moonlight.

Cai Tianxin Translation

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Oliang River

——Apart Margaret. Miller

Each barrier on the river lifted easily

The huge water wave,

Like a huge gray oak leaves

Suddenly;

It has a real leaf stream

Drift to the sea.

The veins like the stars on the giant leaf ——

Those ripples,

Dams on both sides of the river

Destroy yourself,

Quietly like the falling stars in the sky

End of life.

Those piles of real leaves are dragged

Continue drift

They go silently and melt in

In the hall of the sea.

We stand still to observe those

Leaf and ripple

When the light and water flow are intensely carried out

Formally meeting.

"If you see what you see, you will easily forget us,"

I want to tell you,

"Go with it, we are destined to get rid of it

The entanglement of the leaves. "

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Letter to New York

—— Give Louis. Keron

I hope you will talk about it in the next letter

What you want to go

What about those plays, after the scattered field

What other entertainment do you have?

Then, then, then

You take a taxi at midnight

Hurry up like saving your soul

The road there is constantly surrounding the park

The charging device stares at the owl like dying

Then, then, then

The trees look strange and green

Standing alone in front of the big and dark cave

Suddenly, you are in another place

The incident there happened one after another

Then, then, then

Most jokes you don’t understand

A few words of swear words wiped off on the slate

The singing is a bit hazy

It is too dark to be dark

Then, then, then

Come out of the brown stone house

You are on the sidewalk with gray water

The sun on one side of the building will rise

Like a wagonfield that is constantly swinging

Then, then, then

My dear is that wheat is not oats. I guess the seeds of these wheat are not sowed by you

I am eager to understand anyway

What you want to do, where you want to go

map

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The land is lying in the sea water, covered by green shadows.

These shadows, if they are real, their edges

A long string of long seagrass reefs appeared

Those seagrass changes from green to pure blue.

Perhaps the land lying obliquely and holding the ocean from the bottom

Do not hurry back to your side?

Along the beautiful brown sandstone continental shelf

Is the land dragging the sea from the underwater?

Then, then, then

The shadow of Newfoundland is silent and flat.

Yellow Labrador, Eskimo people are above

Oil. We can touch these charming bays,

Under the glass mirror, it looks about to bloom,

It's like a clean cage that can't be seen.

The name of the small town on the coast line is marked to the sea,

The names of several cities over the mountains over the nearby mountains

—— When the passion is greatly exceeded the cause

Printed workers enjoy the same excitement.

These peninsula extract seawater from the thumb and index finger

It is like a woman who touches the smooth home in the courtyard.

Then, then, then

The ocean on the map is more comfortable than land,

It left the shape of the waves to the land:

Norwegian hare running anxiously to the south

Its side shadow shakes in seawater and land.

Can the color of the country be allocated or can I choose?

—— What is the most colorful color in the water.

Geography is not preferred.

The color of the map should be more refined than historians.

Moth

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Here, above,

The gap of the building is full of broken moonlight.

The whole shadow of a person is only the size of the hat,

Lying on the feet, like a circle under the doll foot.

An inverted big needle, the tip of the needle is attracted by the moonlight.

He didn't look at the moon, but just observed her blockbuster territory,

Feel the weird light in hand, not cold nor hot,

There is no instrument that can be measured by the temperature.

Then, then, then

But, being a moth

Occasionally a few rare visits to the ground,

The moon looks so unusual. He appears

At the opening of a sidewalk, start and start

Climb the surface of these buildings nervously.

He thinks the moon is like the cave on the top of the sky,

It means that the shelter of the sky is unreliable at all

He trembled, but had to explore as much as possible.

Then, then, then

It's almost the roof

His shadow is dragged behind him, like a photographer's black cloth,

He climbed up in fear, and imagined that this time may be possible

Put your own little head into the round and neat opening

It's like wrapped in a black roll, and took it out of a tube tube

Enter the light (no such hallucinations when people are on the ground).

He still needs to do what the moth is most afraid of, although

He must fail, was frightened, and dropped, but he did not hurt

Then, then, then

He returned later

His so -called home, the pale concrete subway.

He flew with his wings lightly, and he wished to catch up as soon as possible

That silent train. The door closed quickly

The moth always sits in front of himself

Moving at full speed when the train stands, there is no shift

Or any gradually faster process, terrible speed,

He said that he was not allowed to retreat.

Then, then, then

He must

Through the artificial tunnel by car and have the same dream.

It's like the pillow wood is under the head of the charge and the box

Repeated. He dare not look outside the window,

Because of the third rail, the flowing toxic gas

Running on the side. He regards this as a disease

He is inherited and is susceptible to infection. He has to

Put your hands into your pocket, just like someone wearing a scarf.

Then, then, then

If you catch him

Raise the flashlight to take his eyes. There are all black pupils in it,

One night, he stared at you, the burrs, the burrs

The sky is tightened, and then closed the eyes. From his eyelid

Drop a tears, his only property, like a bee's thorn.

He hidden with his palm, if you didn't pay attention

He would swallow it. But if you find it, give it to you,

Cool and pleasant are like spring water, pure and drinking.

Fishing house

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Although this is on a cold night,

But under a fishing room

There is still an old fisherman sitting there to make the Internet

His net is almost impossible to see in the curtain

It's just a purple brown

And his shuttles have been used for old.

The smell of cod in the air is so strong

Makes sour eyes with tears with sour eyes

Those five fishing rooms have sharp roofs

And the narrow suspension bridge is extended from the storage room of the attic

Provide convenience for the up and down of the hand bus

Everwrights are covered in silver:

Slowly bulging like thinking about pouring out of the ground,

The heavy surface of that sea is opaque,

But scattered in the wild stone of the wilderness

That bench, the lobster can, the mast of the boat

Prepare transparent silver,

Just like the old building

Emerald green moss grows on the wall of the sea.

The big fish pot has been beautiful scales of catfish

Draw heavy wrinkles,

And the cart was covered by the same slippery things.

Ding a thick layer of rainbow -colored flies

On the small slope behind that house,

Hidden behind the glass reflected with light,

There is an ancient stranger, which is ruined,

Two long handles have been grinded

On the iron part

There are also some gloomy spots, like air -dried blood.

Elderly who accepts "good color" cigarettes,

It's my grandfather's friend.

When he is waiting for the cod boat to arrive,

We talk about the decline of the population

There are catfish and cod.

He wears an iron ring on his blouse and thumb,

From the disliked fish

Scrape the scales--

That most beautiful part,

Use a black old knife

The blade has been worn out.

Then, then, then

Then down to the edge of the water,

In the place where the trailer is ashore,

The long slope leaned over the water, the thin silver trunk

Cross the gray rock

Lie horizontally in parallel, gradually downward

The distance between four or five yards is separated.

Then, then, then

Cold darkness, deep and clear, completely clear,

It is an unbearable element in the world,

Fish and seals ... especially a seal.

I watched here one night,

The seal was curious about me. It is deeply interested in music,

Just like I am a indifferent believer,

So I sang a holy song to it.

I also sang: "God is my indestructible fortress."

It stands in the water to pay attention to our walk

Move its head slightly slightly

It disappears from time to time, and then suddenly appears

In the same vortex, shrugged

It's like Jiu Li hindered its judgment.

Cold and dark and completely clear

Clear gray ice water ... Behind us, behind us,

Beginning with the majestic fir tree.

Youpan and blue, accompanied by their shadows,

One million Christmas trees stand still

Waiting for Christmas. The water seems to be hanging

Hanging on the round blue -gray stone.

I have seen it countless times, the same sea, the same, the same,

Gently, knocking on the stones absently,

Lengbing is on the stone,

On the stones and then on the world.

If you immerse your hand in the water,

Your wrist will feel pain immediately and feel burned

It's like the incarnation of the water is the fire of fire

Consumption of stones and burning gray flames.

If you taste that water, it starts to suffer,

Then it is salty, and it will definitely burning your tongue afterwards.

This is what I think of "knowledge":

Dark, bitter and salty, clear, exercise and completely free,

From that world

Due to the cold mouth, originated from the eternal petrochemical breast

Draw flowing, our knowledge is historic, flowing

Instantly, there is no trace to find.

This is a lunatic house

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This is a person

Lie in the lunatic house

Then, then, then

it's time

Make that unlucky person

Lie in the lunatic house

Then, then, then

That's a watch

It's time to say

Let those who talk more

Lie in the lunatic house

Then, then, then

That's a sailor

Wear that watch

That table tells the noble person time

The man was lying in the crazy house

Then, then, then

That's a port made of wooden boards

It's the place where the sailor arrives

That sailor wears that watch

That table tells the brave old man time

The old man was lying in the lunatic house

Then, then, then

That's the high wall and cell

The wind and clouds on the ocean deck

The sailor is sailing

That sailor wears that watch

That table tells the time of the perceive people

That permanent person is lying in the crazy house

Then, then, then

That's a hat made by Jewish wearing newspapers

Dance in the cell with tears under the rain

At the foot is the squeak of the wooden board ocean

The sailor in the distance

Tighten the clockwork of the watch

That table tells the cruel time time

That cruel person is lying in the crazy house

Then, then, then

This is a world where a book is down

That's a hat made by Jewish wearing newspapers

Dance in the cell with tears under the rain

At the foot is the squeak of the wooden board ocean

The sailor in the distance

Tighten the clockwork of the watch

That table tells the busy person time

The busy man was lying in the crazy house

Then, then, then

This is a boy patting the floor lightly

Want to explore whether that world is the world

The world that was turned down

The Jewish world wearing a newspaper cap

The world with tears dancing is like a rain under the rain

Waltz dances through the entire shaking deck

The silent sailor is on the deck

The sailor listened to the watch

That table ticks to report time

The dull person at that moment

Lie in the lunatic house

Then, then, then

This is the wall and door of that time

Imprison the young man who patted the floor in it

The teenager was touched whether the world was down there

That was a Jew in a newspaper cap

Then the Jews danced in the cell

On the deck of the sea of ​​passing

Passing the stagnant sailor beside me

The sailor shaking his watch

That table tells the poet time

The poet is lying in the lunatic house

Then, then, then

This is the soldier returned from the war

This is the wall and door of that time

Imprison the young man who patted the floor in it

The teenager was touched whether the world was down there

That was a Jew in a newspaper cap

The Jews walked carefully in the cell

Walking in that thick coffin

Along with the crazy sailor

The sailor shows us his watch

That table tells the poor person time

That poor man is lying in the lunatic house

The invitation of Marian Moore

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Starting from Brooklyn, cross the Brooklyn Bridge, in this beautiful morning,

Please fly together.

In the chemical clouds of pale nose,

Please fly together,

Fly in thousands of rotating blue drums

Fall in that catfish sky

Sliding through the shining platform of the water pier,

Please fly together.

Then, then, then

The air flute, the triangle flag and the smoke fluttering. That ship

I sincerely send a signal with many flags

Rising and falling are like birds fly over the Harbor.

Flowing into two rivers, elegantly inheriting

Countless clear little jelly

In the carved glass fruit plate dragged by the silver chain.

Flying is safe; someone arranges good weather.

The waves surged in this beautiful early morning.

Please fly together.

Then, then, then

With the direction of the toe of each black shoes

Follow the highlight of the sapphire color

With that enough black butterfly wings and beautiful phrases

At this time, I know how many angels ride on the edge of your wide black hat,

Please fly together,

Then, then, then

With a silent music abacus,

With a slightly picky frown, and a blue ribbon,

Please fly together.

Incidents and skyscrapers flickered in that wave; Manhattan

Completely washed by moral waves

So please fly together.

Then, then, then

Cross the sky with a natural hero

On those accidents, on those malicious movies,

Above the unfairness of those taxis and the galloping method,

When the horn echo in your beautiful ears

When you hear it at the same time, it is suitable for a fragrant

Gentle rustic music,

Please fly together

Then, then, then

Who is the dark museum

It is regarded as a diligent male gazebo bird,

Who made the obedient lion

Waiting at the steps of the public library,

I want to get up and follow the door

Come to the reading room,

Please fly together.

We can sit and sob; we can go to buy things together

We can do the game of "see who says wrong",

With priceless vocabulary,

Or we can explore bravely, as long as you come

Please fly together.

Then, then, then

Let the dynasty of the negative sentence

Darkness and death by your side,

Let the grammar suddenly turn and flash

It's like a group of rocks flying,

Please fly together.

Then, then, then

Come, just like a flash in the white catfish color sky,

Come on, just like the comet of the day

Along with a long and unscrupulous train,

Starting from Brooklyn, crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, in this beautiful morning,

Please fly together.

fish

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I caught a big fish

Put him next to the boat

Half of the water surface, use my hook

Fixed a corner of his mouth

He did not resist.

He did not resist at all.

He hangs up to make him worry,

Mastest and solemn

It seems unwilling. Here are where you are,

Wrinkles were pulled on his brown skin

Like an ancient wallpaper,

And its dark brown stripe

Then, then, then

Also like wallpaper

That blooming rose

It was stained and lost in the years.

He is covered with a circle,

It's like the exquisite Bodhi flower decoration,

He was infected by a small white sea lice,

Then, then, then

There are two or three green seagrass hanging.

At this time, his gills still breathed terrible oxygen

——The scary gill,

Fresh and full of blood.

The rough white fish will be cut so terrible,

The folding is like a puffy feather,

That big bone and small bones,

His shiny internal organs,

Show exaggerated red and black

And the pink fish

It's like a big peony flower.

Then, then, then

I look at its eyes

Those eyes are much larger than my eyes,

But it is lighter, and it is yellow,

Old

Look in the scratching fish rubber

Use dirty tin foil

The iris is supported and pressed.

Those eyes turned slightly, but not

Causes my gaze.

—— That is more like a small object

Slightly tilted under light.

Then, then, then

I admire his gloomy face,

The jaw's institution,

Then I saw

On his lower lip (if you can call it the lower lip)

Crueling, five old fish lines hanging wet,

Or there are four, plus one guide rod,

The wire shaft is still fixed on it,

Five big fish hooks,

It grows firmly on its mouth.

Then, then, then

A green line was worn on the point he made,

There is also a intact black line

Suddenly the crushed place still wrinkled ripples,

This force made him escape.

It's like the gold medal on the ribbon

Fitting and erosion in the shaking

A wisdom beard of one 绺 绺 一 一

From his painful jaw.

Then, then, then

I stare for a long time

Victory is full of small cabins with gaps,

From the small pond at the bottom of the cabin.

There is a rainbow that is scattered there

From the rusty motor

To the rusty orange in the water bucket ,,,

To the sidelines that are cracked by the sun,

To the prize that is held by the rope,

To the side of the ship's side -until every thing

Both have become rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!

I put the fish back to the sea.

bay

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——The birthday to me

How shallow and transparent in such a low tide period

The mud gray and white ribs are prominent and dazzling

The ship is dry, the wooden stakes are dry like a match

Absorb instead of being absorbed,

Water in the bay does not wet anything.

The color of the gas flame becomes as weak as possible

You can smell it into gas

If you are Podlair

You can hear it becoming Marinba music. The loess mud machine works at the end of the dock

Playing dry and irregular clay.

The birds are particularly large. Pelicans hit in

This strange does not need to be fierce in the air

In my opinion, like a sharp mouth,

I rarely catch up with anything that shows it for it,

And left with a funny elbow.

Black and white combat birds are hovering

Orthodox raft

The tail opens like a curved scissors

Or like a tight fish bone until they tremble.

Mold -smelly sponge collection boat holds fast forward

With the eager wind of the hunting dog, it stands upright with fine wooden pole fish forks and hooks

Decorate with a sponge foam.

A hedge is fixed on the dock with metal wire

There, like a small plow shovel flashed

It is a blue -gray shark tail that is hung up

Ready to sell it to Chinese restaurants.

Some small white boats still

Packing one by one, or sideways, chosen the hole,

From the recent storm, rescue back,

Like the tear, there is no reply yet,

Bay discard them, this ancient letter.

beep. beep. The digging machine is driving away,

Bring a muddy gray slowly falling.

All the events of the tiles continue

Clutter and pleasant.

Ma Yongbo 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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