Dante's Poems 1 Mr. Hanu Sevic
Mr Hanu Sevik wants Nina, but why? Why?
When he is drunk, he will lose his temper and cry.
Nina smiled. Isn't he funny?
Chubby and neurotic, he has big ears,
Flapping, a real elephant.
A dark blue cloud stopped over San Francisco.
When I was driving in Grizzly Mountain,
Looking from a distance, the Golden Gate Bridge is sparkling.
Hey, my long-ago victim! Hey, Hanu Sevik! Hey, Nina.
Nobody remembers you, nobody knows you.
Hanu Sevic has his property somewhere near Minsk [1].
This area was occupied by the Bolsheviks, so he lived in Villeno.
When he was young, his mother let him play to his heart's content.
He drank with the singer and dressed up as a big shot.
Will send a telegram in Russian: "The ladies are here,
Meet music, three cars, flat and faint. "
Signature: Count Populin.
Singer. Now I see their satin petticoats.
And black lace underwear. Breast, too big, too small,
Worried, I touched it in the mirror, which delayed my salary.
Later, they became the ST Richard in the window of the medical train [2]
Their foreheads are covered with veils and red cross symbols.
Nina doesn't take Hanu Sevic seriously. Look, the way she walks.
She swings from side to side like a sailor.
In the saddle all the year round, in the cavalry regiment [3].
What kind of married lady is she?
What did you find in her, you became so romantic,
Hanu Sevic? Always pretending.
Maybe you worship her with your imagination.
Besides, it's true, your interesting ears.
Almost transparent red blood,
Trembling, in your eyes, is almost always fear.
A long time ago, Hanu Sevic. And Nina.
Only once, from the beginning to the end of the world.
It was I who presided over the wedding recently.
Surrounded by striped green-eyed beasts,
The lady in the fashion magazine, the wizard who lost the tribe,
Or, with a mysterious smile and serious Lester Richard,
Appear in the white clouds, help!
Dante's poem 2 I cry for my life.
I cry for my life, because,
You're dead, sir. I love you more than myself.
Because of you, I have the hope of going home.
Only there will I be happy,
Now, I can't expect comfort,
Nothing depresses me more than this.
Alas, how cruel and hateful death is,
It deprived me of my sweet desire,
Happiness and happiness, I can't see it again!
Only noble people
Beautiful and noble girl,
Will give me this magical power.
How painful it is for me to be deprived of this right,
I've never been so sad.
I live far away,
I never expected health when I was alive,
Now that he's gone, I'm not coming back,
Therefore, I am frustrated and haggard all day.
Dante's poem 3: Love has been haunting me for a long time.
Love has been haunting me for a long time,
Accustomed me to his rules,
His power once shocked me,
Now gently occupy my heart.
But when I lost all my strength,
All the energy seems to have disappeared,
At this moment, my fragile heart is so sweet,
Therefore, his face has changed a lot.
Then I gave in to Cupid's authority,
It made me feel my heart,
Now that we have spoken, please have mercy on the girl.
I hope she will give me more kindness.
Wherever she sees me, I feel sad.
The degree of meekness is unbelievable.
Dante's poem "Four Grapes"
Under the grape trellis in the garden.
Overlapping branches and leaves
In many grapes.
I saw the only grape, purple despair.
Covered with crystal dew, morning dew
Dante's Poem 5 Insect Singing
It's not dawn yet, and the heavy rain continues.
The worm drags a long sound.
The hiss is like an invisible and painful saw.
Cut the rain repeatedly. The rain stopped and stopped.
Sew up empty things wordlessly.
Insects are long and persistent.
I don't know whether it's sad or happy.
Is it a curse or a praise for the world that is about to open?
Dante's Poetry 6 Nights
In the evening, we took a car.
Come back from the countryside
The fields on both sides are full of magnificent scenery.
Rape flowers, like gold of hope, are everywhere.
Behind the car, dragging a long marl.
Vague and dirty, just like life itself and lies itself.
Dante's poem 7 Birds sing
The bird woke my window.
Lines, borders, squares, inner order woke up.
The window grilles are very excited and pregnant with their own beauty.
The light came in through the window.
The world is vivid. In the room, dreams, love and peace.
Are floating in the clear space.
Dante's poem 8 when a person
When a person falls into hell,
What he needs is not the gorgeous fantasy of heaven.
Spread out in the eyes
But a rope of salvation, even a thin one.
Spider silk, hanging in his hand.
Dante's poem 9 green grass
green grass
My heart is like a slate.
Clear well water
Flowing in vain
Dante's poem 10 sunset
Sunset, an aging lion.
Pace from the plain
footprints in the sand
Soft and frivolous, it has long lost its former strength.
Heat is also in its weak body.
Dissipate gradually
Only darkness, like the smell of old age, gradually permeates the air.
On the swaying grass tip
It hangs its head and its mane.
Scattered into sunset glow
He was thirsty and hung his head.
Drinking the long horizon, it sipped.
-that extends to infinity, endless vanity.
Dante's poem 1 1 fallen leaves
I am a dying old man.
Sitting in the park, leaning on a forgotten crutch
I don't know the route or the way.
I sigh
My sigh is fallen leaves.
Countless fallen leaves, each one is hometown.
But I can't go back to my hometown, nor can I go back to a fallen leaf.
Not a sigh.