Syinca Poetry Selection ｜ I heard your sparkling song, the sun sorrowful accompaniment

Wole Soyinka (1934—), Nigerian drama writer, poet, novelist, critic. He wrote more than 30 works throughout his life, and most of the social and cultural disadvantages of Africa. Born in 1934 in a school supervisory family of Aberkotaruba, Western Nigeria. He was educated at the University of Ibanan University in Nigeria. In 1954, when he was twenty years old, he entered the University of Leeds from Britain and specialized in English. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1986 and became the first African writer to win this award.

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season

Reddish brown is mature, reddish brown

Completely reflected with the withered crop feathers;

The pollen is a spouse time, as a swallow

Dance of weaving feathers arrows,

In a flying light

Pass through a cluster of crops. We love to listen

Wind words, love to listen

The sound of the field in the field.

Crops in the field

Like a bamboo slice.

Then, then, then

At this moment, we -harvester

Waiting for the spikes to become reddish brown,

Poster a long shadow at dusk,

And in the Chai Qingyan smoke, it will be dried from the cigarettes

Tied. Fruit stems

Resistance the germs of the germs -we wait

Hope of reddish brown.

Zhou Yongqi translated

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Soul (Election)

1

You still fly on the ground

The faint depression stayed on the quiet lake.

The dark squatting here, the egret stretching the wings

Your love is like a trace.

2

At this moment, please listen to the grief of dry wind. This is

The moment of Xi Yi, you are

Strange anxiety teaching

There is no pain.

Sorrow is the kiss of the earth slightly to the earth.

Then, then, then

I have no intention of using cloud color carving

A soft pillow, let you sleep.

However, I am surprised, you grow up quickly

When I fold you up in my chest.

Today, your blood droplets

It's my sadness in the hazy day

The bitter dew in dusk is also

Fine stream of hair root dew beads

Love rises from there. Sad, sad

Your feather tears flow

In the cracks between the arched wall of the thorns, I soon disappeared, I

Need to suck it clean. At that time, it is like

Dry sad air, and I can also

Weeping, like rain.

(Translated by Li Wenjun)

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I want to rain ...

I want to rain

Those tongue will relax from the thirst

The chimney top of the mouth, hung heavily in the air with conscience

Then, then, then

I once saw it from the ashes

Raise a sudden cloud. settlement

They are in a round of gray ring; they are rotating

Inside the ghost.

Then, then, then

Oh, it must rain

The walls in these brains are tied to us

Strange despair, teach

Sad purity.

Then, then, then

How does the raindrops be there

We knocked on the wings of our love and six desires

The tangled transparent body, in the cruel baptism

Determine the dark desire.

Then, then, then

The reeds in the rain are harvesting

The gift of the reed in the gift, still stands upright

In the distance, the combination of you and my land

The rocks that followed were exposed.

(Translated by Ma Gaoming)

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night

At night, your hands are heavy on my eyebrows

I have no heart of cloud -like mercury, dare to bear

The pain that aggravated due to your delicate squeezing.

Then, then, then

As a toad woman, under a round of new moon on the sea

I saw your jealous eyes extinguished the sea water

Phosphorus light, in the continuous pulse of waves

Then, then, then

Dance, I stand and flow outward

Promote the beach, blood and salty sea water

Immersed in the rhizome. Night, you pass through the dense one

Then, then, then

The leaf clusters, like the shadow of the sawtoothy

Until, take a bath in the nest of your warm water such as warm water

The reputation makes me pain, indifferent, and not saying, just like at night

thief.

Then, then, then

Hide me, when the children are out of this land at night

I must not hear everything! These hazy calls will still

Dipping my clothes; a little ignorance, no one cares, in the night

This dumb delivery time.

(Translated by Ma Gaoming)

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prisoner

Dark, face sparse Asakusa

It was raised, the humid moss, so stagnant

The fine stalks in smoke, avoid

Blade to the corner of the land, breed

Gray moment,

As well as days and years, because

The wise gray temple does not have to be built by us

The year of fever, from here, does not have to

With tears or dust, but this sad ridicule

Is thought, is it always the persecution?

Then, then, then

Wilderness in the desert, then, the lonely cactus

It is his love for eating life -even if

In the middle of the Geyan and Gorge, between jumping and trembling at night

Even if it looks like the leftover ceramic fragments and the falling fall

Sandstorm -implies that it has appeared.

Then, then, then

At the center of this storm, a song

But this is not from this. Because the distant partner

Suddenly became strangers, when the wind weakened

The center collapsed and sad. Crushed

The pottery was lying on the ground, and it was dull -once again hints

Then, then, then

But this is not from this. He only knows

Suddenly possess. Time conquer

Binding helpless him to every dark object.

(Translated by Ma Gaoming)

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Last lamp

Faint

A incision, on the skin of the night

Dark along the hillside, the blood flow is weaker

From the light rod to the light belt, color

Wrap

Then, then, then

Her shadow

Hide from the dance party

On the silent eaves

Tightly dragged

The far -sized profound

Then, then, then

For generation

Patient to succumb, oil is a kind lamp

In the curved porch, there is no

Patient and peaceful market

In the last breath ...

Then, then, then

She is the farewell speech of the evening star, ignited in the desert

In the middle of the rib.

(Translated by Zhao Yiheng)

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Uzuma

Sweat is the yeast of the earth

Not a tribute, the rich earth

I have never asked to worship the hardships of cultivation

Sweat is the yeast of the earth

Not forced to be forced to contribute to the gods who have contributed to the gods of respecting the respect of the deity

You, the black earth's hands are released

Hope, from the death of death

Break away from the solemn dogma

Demand is more terrifying than death.

Humanity, dogmatic grass mustard ingredients.

Sweat is yeast, bread, Uzuma-

It is owned by the land.

What I think, the earth is all humanity.

(Mumu translation)

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Amber wall

Sun breathing

Crown cover green vine and Pearl

There is a child's voice sounded from the door of the East

Then, then, then

You hunt with the sun

Raise the eyebrows

Sulfur flames in awakened lakes

Then, then, then

The sun's hand pauses in the prey

In the highest branches, my eyes are swimming with desire

Questioning the mystery of this isolated person

Then, then, then

More richer fantasy than burning mango,

Flashing the sun's noble heart

The open door of the open noon blocked

Then, then, then

May you not be too painful at noon

I found that male prison prison prison

In the inner loss is a wall harvest

Then, then, then

Your dusk of flute, you wake up the dance of seed seeds

Fill in the night to vitality, I hear it

Your sorrowful accompaniment of the sun in the sparkling song of your starlight

(Mumu translation)

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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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