In adonis's poems, there are worries and thoughts about the fate of the Syrian state and nation. One of my favorite poems is The Mirror of the Twentieth Century, and the coat is full of father's love. What is full of inspirational spirit is that sentence: "The world has made me black and blue, but the wound has grown wings."
Between you and me.
When I stare at you
I caught a glimpse of the deep dawn.
I saw the ancients yesterday.
See everything I can't understand
I feel the universe flowing.
Between you and me.
Erwaibao
I have a coat at home.
Father has been cutting all his life.
Painful stitching.
The coat said to me: when you sleep on his straw mat.
It's like losing all the leaves and branches
When you are in his heart
It is tomorrow. Tomorrow.
I have a coat at home.
Wrinkle it and throw it aside.
Seeing it, I raised my eyes and looked at it.
An earthen house made of roof, mud and stone.
I got out of the hole in my coat.
I caught a glimpse of him holding my arm.
In his mind, love occupied his heart.
The coat protects me, wraps me and fills my journey with longing.
Let me be a youth, a forest and a song.
Three, I told you
I told you: I have heard of the sea.
Read its poem to me: I did.
Sleeping bell in a shell.
I told you: I used to sing.
At the devil's wedding, at the fabulous banquet.
I told you: I have seen it.
An elf, a temple.
In the misty rain of history, in the burning distance.
Because I am sailing in my own eyes
I told you: everything is under my nose,
From the first step of the journey.
four tones in classical Chinese pronunciation
I sing out of fear.
I sing because of the oppressed resistance.
You, you come from desert thunder.
Sealed broken motherland
Climb beside me with paralyzed steps
Mirrors of the 1950s and 20th century.
The coffin covered the child's face.
book
Written on the internal organs of crows.
The beast is pacing with a flower in his hand.
rock
Breathing between the lungs of a madman
this
This is the twentieth century.
Six summers (excerpt)
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Summer said:
What makes me sad is-
Some people always say
Spring doesn't know sadness.
The summer sun sits under the tree,
Begging for the breeze.
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Seven deserts (part I, excerpt)
The city is disintegrating, the earth is a column of dust,
Only poetry knows how to marry this sky.
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Eight short chapter highlights? (in memory of vague and clear things)
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Loneliness is a garden
But there is only one tree.
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The tongue rusts from talking too much.
Too few dreams will rust your eyes.
Nine days at the head, night on the shoulder (excerpt)
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Wind, no clothes;
Time, no shelter;
They have two poor people all over the world.
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Ten? Short chapter collection ("black domain")? )
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The world made me black and blue,
But the wound has wings.
The darkness that came at me made me shine even more.
Loneliness is also my ladder to climb the light.
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