For example:
Wave ants limply town saxophone can't sleep in the afternoon, my little spider sad plague long wait.
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Braun
Can't arouse your fears, gray-necked bird
I walked on the stairs, listening to your crow.
Like a musical instrument on a booth, it's full.
My home.
In the distance is a lead-gray seaport from other provinces.
Every time my mother runs away from home,
You can find her there. It's up to you.
Crows like to fall in love.
The other world-I was tensed by the noon time,
The drum I lost when I was a child.
My woman kissed me and took off my clothes.
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ant
What do you want with those damn troops?
Here, I will give you a person's strength,
The power of a man,
The power of a young man,
The strength of the army
Hidden in your trembling body.
But who dares to bear your touch?
Who can imagine density and concentration,
Who can guarantee that it won't suddenly explode,
Lose?
You use your damn power
In a deep sleep on a summer afternoon
Over a hill,
Abandon one's own kind
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Soft soil ground
The warning has been lifted,
Unless noon, the heat no longer condenses.
In the forest, on the shore,
Fruit supports nothingness,
Trembling violently.
In the evening, I sucked birch bark and tin.
The light is concentrated in the arc center.
My dove, fly,
Catch the smell of strangers,
The smell of bows and arrows and targets,
Squat in a farther and more open place.
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Saxophone in a small town
People in the rain have a circle of fine hairs,
They walk like brown trees, so sparse.
The whole street stretches like a thick saxophone.
There is a light spreading along the undulating roof.
Rain falls on children and dogs.
The leaves and the lights on the wall are quietly on.
I walked into a small town on the plain,
Walk along the stairs to the house. There is a basket of chestnuts in the window.
I walked to the door where the lips touched the saxophone.
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Can't talk in the afternoon
In the distant world,
Someone is becoming more and more clear:
Someone overturned the house with an air shovel.
Move your bed in the morning from under the stone.
Ur picked up the word "fire" and looked for the floor.
I stared at a window jumping in the air;
Writing! Writing!
Listen to the sand seeping into the darkness. ...
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Go to sleep, my little spider
How confusing the afternoon is,
I walked into the depths of a building,
Its scaffolding and retina, all kinds of steel.
It is a shape that stops telling.
I think of the river under the ice, which is a bit strange, oh, confused.
What is my friend doing?
The low tide of intelligence ...
Need to learn to cut and sew,
Lying on the cold steel for a long time.
Go to sleep, my little spider, come here,
You are the coat I made for winter,
But now I want you to put it on,
Oh, confused, but I have become seven times harder.
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sadder
Now, my Lolita ...
You became tongue-tied and burst out laughing.
When I turned around, I knew
You're peeking, as if
It's really fun.
This is a race against death,
A stream of air hovers in the forest in the suburbs;
Tell me, what have I become?
But ... let me guess.
The leaves are crisp;
The sun is like the brain of a wise man, flowing along the trunk;
you and I
Sitting on a pile of fallen fir trees;
You are breathing, and it seems that you will fall down at any moment.
I smell a part of you, like a little orange.
Suddenly mature,
Expands and stinks.
So the sweet madness of those days can only be recalled.
City lampposts surround us,
I lifted you up against the wall,
Bury your head between your immature breasts.
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pestilence
In the first year,
The news was blocked.
The doctor said, "Yes, my Lord, there is no plague."
He is very sad. When he walks out of this door, someone will throw stones at him.
Sometimes people want a comparison.
Get their lives back.
People want a decoration, a bite and a promise.
Concrete is better than abstract poetry.
Immobile dark base:
Death.
His bowlegs are more bent under the heavy pressure;
Once he remembered to provide 1000 kinds of windings to 1000 patients.
I saw neither death nor plague,
Once he thinks of tomorrow, there will be a thousand or ten thousand different reasons.
Better than someone who needs the same medicine list.
He walked out of this door,
On his deliberately elongated vocal cords.
With joy, brightness, redemption and a final cry:
The word "plague"
It is blood red.
Liver pollen of rooster
It turns very fast,
The more divided, the stronger,
Appear calmly in sight
Like dumbbells on the windowsill
42. Geranium.
Or the toilet where our wife used to sit.
An easy chair that wobbles and slowly stops,
He is a switchman,
A man who has been describing all his life
A painter drew some fish jumping in a dry stream.
You can see his eyes from every city.
He saw two things that he seldom wanted to paint.
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Long wait
The black cloak distorts the air,
Under the sudden light,
The taste of wine is extremely strong.
He told the person who reminded him to drink less and talk less.
Raised his voice:
"We are old friends!"
So they reminded me: such people
There's always one everywhere.
Just then, the day disappeared,
The remnants of Mars are still burning in the water.
I remember his name in Greece,
It's called El Panol,
I remember his name in Egypt,
It's called the gatekeeper of the temple of Isis,
I remember him on this land.
But an unknown person.
Wind, pull your bow harder,
Let everyone passing by tighten their strings,
Guess where he will pass,
You may not get anything,
So the berries were lost,
With the pain of bereavement,
So these substances are formed,
The land in the south is pushing.
The walls look straight at you,
The Woods are moving.
Like sheep on a sandbar,
Curled up in the sky at dusk.
He was drunk too,
Died on the back of a crane a thousand times.