Selection of Cyphris Poetry ｜ With the passage of the years, condemn your judges more and more

George Seferis (1900-1971) Greek poet. Born in the city of Samina, his father, his father was a professor at the University of Athens and an expert in international law. In 1963, because of "his outstanding lyric poetry is a product of deep feelings of Greek culture", he won the Nobel Prize in Literature.

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Lonely

Outside of us, things died.

At night, no matter where you take a walk, you hear you

You hear a detailed sound, from

The streets you have never strolled

The house you never visited

The windows you have never opened

The river you never sipped

You never sail

Then, then, then

Outside us, we have never known the tree group died

Wind pass through the leisurely disappearing forest

The cause of the animal died in the same way, and the birds died in silence and silent

Due to gradually abandonment, the body slowly died

Buried in the sinking box with the clothes we scattered

Then, then, then

The hands we have never touched in the loneliness of loneliness,

We have never seen the dream of dying in light.

Outside of us, the loneliness of death began.

Translated by Guo Huimin

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Turning

Time, from a hand I cherish

The time to send,

You just arrived in me in the evening,

Like a pigeon with black wings.

Then, then, then

The white road in front of me,

Sleeping calm breathing,

At the end of a last dinner ...

The time is like a sand.

Then, then, then

Only you keep

The leakage of the whole tragedy is silent,

As if it glanced at the nine -headed snake,

In that sacred garden

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You say slowly

You said slowly in front of the sun;

It's dark now,

And you used to be the latitude of my destiny,

You, they will call you Pilita.

Then, then, then

Five seconds; what happened,

In this vast world?

A love that was wiped out without writing

And an empty water can.

Then, then, then

It's dark now ... where is that place, where is that place,

It is exposed to the nakedness of your waist,

Also, God, my favorite point

And the demeanor of your soul!

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Light

With the passage of time,

Consectering your judge is more and more;

With the passage of years, the less the voice of talking to you, the

You explore the sun from different eyes:

You know those who stay behind you are lying to you,

Extreme excitement of the flesh, dancing happily

In the end, they were naked.

As if, on the empty road at night,

You suddenly saw the eyes of a beast flashed,

The eyes disappear; so you test your eyes:

You stare at the sun, and you fall into a darkness.

The type of software attached to the rock in Dolian

As soon as you meet your fingers, it will sway like a mountain,

It looks like marble in the sun, but its head is buried in darkness.

And those who give up the sports field and pick up the weapons

In the stubborn marathon runner,

He saw the runway floating in a pool of blood,

The world is like the moon and no one,

The garden of victory is withered:

You see them in the sun and behind the sun.

Those children who jumped into the water from the head of the bow to the water

Like some spinning gyroscope

The red strip sneak into the dark light,

Bite a coin in his mouth, still swimming,

And the sun with golden needle seams

Ship sails and humid wood, sea of ​​the sea;

They are still sinking at this moment,

Like some white bottle

Round stone crashed on the sea floor.

Then, then, then

Light, cute black light,

The laughter of waves on the sea of ​​the sea,

Tears of laughter,

The old begger saw you

When he walked through the invisible field--

The light is reflected in his blood,

In the blood of Errus and Polynix.

During the day, the cute black daytime,

The disgusting woman's smell of poisonous prisoners

A cool branch with water droplets in the waves dispersed.

Little Tigigne sang, sing ...

I am not talking about the past, I am talking about love;

Decorate your hair with the thorns of the sun,

Black girl;

The heart of the Scorpio Palace has been solidified,

The tyrant on the person has escaped,

All daughters in the sea, Nelric, Geraier,

Busy to welcome the glory of the goddess:

Anyone who has never been in love will fall in love,

In the light;

And you find you yourself

In a grand house with many windows,

Run from one room to the other room.

Because those pine trees will disappear, the hills and birds reflect in the reflection will also disappear.

The sea will dry up, like broken glass, from north to south,

Your eyes will lose the sun during the day--

Suddenly, the cicada stopped singing together.

Translated from "Thray Bird" (1946)

Li Yeguang translated

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The sycamore tree in the depths of the dense forest ...

Sleep like a tree, the green leaves wrapped you,

You are like a tree in the silent light,

And in the refreshing pond water, I stared at your face:

You closed your eyes and the eyelashes were brushed.

My fingers are in the soft grass

Find your finger,

I touched you for a while

But I heard your heartache elsewhere elsewhere

Then, then, then

Under the sycamore tree by the water, in the forest of the laurel,

Sleep shaking you and scattered you

My side, my surroundings.

I can't touch your entire body,

Silent with you;

Watching your shadow is big and small,

Disappear in the shadow, indulgence

And restraint in another world of you.

Give us life to survive,

We survive.

It's a pity that those patient waiting

And lost under the lush sycamore tree

People between the black moon laurel trees,

It's a pity that those lonely and

Tell the pool and well water

The people in their voice vortex,

It's a pity that those partners who have suffered from us

In the sun, like the ruins from a distance

Crows, no hope to share our joy.

Then, then, then

Outside sleep

Please give us peace.

Wu Wei's translation

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Sea to west

Stop by the quiet lake, passers -by;

The rippling sea and tortured ships,

That's the way to embrace the mountains and produce the stars

They all end on this wide water surface.

Then, then, then

Now you can observe those swans quietly,

Look at them: It's all white, like sleeping late at night,

There is no hindrance to glide on the thin flat waves,

Pingpoco raised them and got above the water.

Then, then, then

They are like you, strangers, these static wings, and you know them,

When Shi Shi's eyes are staring at you,

The leaves of that big tree still remain alive in the sky,

The pen tip pierced the wall of the cell.

Then, then, then

But it is these instead of other birds to slaughter the country girls,

The blood stained with the milk slurry on the slate road,

Their horses silently in the wooden trough

Packing things like melting lead.

Then, then, then

So the night suddenly tightened around their curved neck,

They do not sing, because there is no way to die,

I had to beat and beat people’s bones randomly,

And their wings calm their fears.

Then, then, then

The scene that happened at that time was as peaceful as you saw now,

The same tranquility, because there is no soul left for us to think,

Except for the talents engraved on the stone,

The marks have touched the heritage of our memory.

Then, then, then

We are also with them, far away, far away, far, far away

——Stop, passers -by,

On this silent road, with these white and flawless swans,

They travel like some white silk slices through your heart,

Rooking you to pay attention to the scenes you have experienced but have forgotten.

Then, then, then

You also forgot, when you read our text on the stone;

Even so, you are still surprised with your herd,

And the flock expanded your body with their hair,

So you think there is a sacrifice in your blood.

Translated from "Log Log-First Code"

Li Yeguang translated

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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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