Black poetry selection ｜ Put infinitely on your palm, and collect it in the end of eternity

Author:Go to sleep Time:2022.07.02

William Blake, the first important romantic poet and printmaker in the UK, one of the most important great poets in the history of British literature, devout Christian. The main poems include the collection of poems "Song of Pure", "Song of Experience" and so on. Early works are simple and bright, and the middle and late works tend to be mysterious and full of mystery. He lived with his wife in his life, and lived a simple and peaceful creative life with painting and carving. Later, the poet Ye Zhi and others reworked his poems, and people were surprised by his piety and profoundness. Then he was published one after another, and his great paintings were gradually recognized by the world. Therefore, the noble position of the poet and painter Black in the art world was undoubtedly established.

London

I walked through every exclusive street,

Wandering on the exclusive Thames,

I see every past pedestrian

There is a weak and painful face.

Then, then, then

Every person's shouting,

The name of each baby's fear,

Each sentence, each ban,

Both shackles the soul.

Then, then, then

How many chimneys' shouts

Shocking the blackened church,

Unfortunate sigh of soldiers

The blood flowed into the palace wall.

Then, then, then

The most afraid of the late night street

Listen to the curse of young prostitutes again!

It was shocked to the tears of the newborn,

He also destroyed the wedding car with a plague.

Wang Zuo Liang translated

Lamb

Who created you

Do you know who created you

Life for you, feed you

Beside the stream, in the grassland;

Put you of good -looking clothes,

The softest clothes are so furry; how beautiful;

Give you such a gentle voice,

Make all the valleys happy;

Who created you

Do you know who created you;

Then, then, then

I want to tell you the lamb,

I want to tell you the lamb;

His name is the same as yours,

He also calls himself a lamb;

He is docile and kind,

He became a little child,

I am a child, you are a lamb

Our name is the same as him.

Little Lamb God blessed you.

Yang Yan translated

sand

Lickly, laugh at Voltaire, Rousseau,

Lickly, laugh at, but everything is futile,

You throw the sand on the wind,

The wind blows the sand again.

Then, then, then

Each grain of sand becomes a gem,

Reflected sacred light,

The blowing sand was fascinated by the ridicule,

But it illuminated the road of Israel.

Then, then, then

Atomic of Democlete,

Newton's light particles,

They are all sand on the red coast,

There are Israeli tents shining.

Wang Zuo Liang translated

Baby's sorrow

My mother groaned, my father shed tears--

I jump into this dangerous world,

Naked naked, unreliable,

Just like the devil in the cloud shouted.

Then, then, then

Struggling in my father's palm,

Try to get rid of the restraint,

I'm tired and lack, so I have to obediently

Lying in the mother's arms sullen.

Then, then, then

When I find that anger is futile,

Non -sullen anger can be obtained,

So play many tricks trap

I started to smile quietly.

Then, then, then

I have lived quietly

Until embark on the earth to wander;

I laughed for a night and night

It's just to be pleasing to people.

Then, then, then

So the vines hang down the skewers grapes

In front of my eyes, Yu Yu shone,

There are many cute flowers

Open around me.

Then, then, then

Then my father took the book in hand,

Exposing a pair of saints,

Make a curse on my head,

Tie me under the shade of Tao Jin Niang.

Then, then, then

During the day, he looks like a saint

Lie down under the vine;

At night, he looks like a poisonous snake

Wrapped my beautiful flowers.

Then, then, then

So I hit him, his bloodstain

Discover the roots of my peach golden maiden;

But nowadays, youth has already flew away

White hair has already climbed to my forehead.

Zhang Deming translated

fly

Little flies,

Your summer game

Give me a hand

Wipe it unconsciously.

Then, then, then

Wouldn't I look like you

Is it a fly?

Don't you look like me

Is it alone?

Then, then, then

Because I dance,

Drink and sing again,

Until a blind hand

Wipe off my wings.

Then, then, then

If thought is life

Breathing and strength,

Lack of thought

It is equivalent to death,

Then, then, then

Then I am

A happy fly,

Regardless of death,

Whether it is born.

tiger! tiger

tiger! tiger! In the forest of the night

Burning the light of the Huanghuang,

What kind of God or Sky Eye

Do you have a mighty mighty?

Then, then, then

The fire in your eyes

How far is burning in the sky or abyss?

What kind of wings did he fight?

What kind of hand to get the flame?

Then, then, then

What kind of power, what kind of skills,

Squeeze the muscles of your heart?

When your heart starts to fight,

How to use the fierce wrist and feet?

Then, then, then

What kind of mallet? What kind of chain?

What kind of melting furnace is made into your brain?

What kind of anvil is? What kind of iron arm

Dare to catch this horrible fierce god?

Then, then, then

The stars dropped their shots.

Use their tears to wet the sky,

Does he smile and appreciate his work?

He created you and also created the lamb? Then, then, then

tiger! tiger! In the forest of the night

Burning the light of the Huanghuang,

What kind of God or Sky Eye

Do you have a mighty mighty?

Cradle

Sleep, sleep, beautiful baby.

May you sleep in the joy of the night;

Sleep, sleep; when you sleep

Little sorrow will cry and cry.

Then, then, then

Cute baby, on your face

I can see the weak desire;

Hidden joy and hidden smile,

Cute baby's little well -behaved.

Then, then, then

When I stroke your tender limbs,

Smile like secretly invasion in the morning,

Climb up your face and your chest,

Sleeping your little heart there.

Then, then, then

Oh, the cunning trick lurks

Your little sleeping heart!

When your little heart starts to wake up

From your face, from your eyes,

Then, then, then

It will suddenly erupt terrible lightning,

Falling on the youth of the nearby youth.

Baby's smile and baby's cunning tricks

Deceive the peaceful paradise and life.

Disease rose

Oh rose, you are sick!

The invisible flying worm

Flying on the night

In the storm call sign.

Then, then, then

Find your bed

Drilling red joy;

His dark and hidden love

Destroy your life.

Ah, sunflower

Ah, sunflower! Tired with time

Count the footsteps of the sun all day.

It seeks sweet and golden sky--

The journey of tired travel is over there;

Then, then, then

There, the teenager was haggard because of desire,

The pale virgin covered with snow corpses,

Both look up from their grave--

The country I want to go to my sunflower.

Naive indication

A world can see a world,

A paradise in a wild flower,

Put infinite on your palm,

Eternity is for a moment.

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".