What are the selected poems abroad?

10 poems by Paul celan \x0d\ 1. \ Fog Angle \x0d\ Mouth in the mirror \x0d\ Bow to the pillar of self-esteem \x0d\ Grasp the fence of the cage: \x0d\ Give yourself to the darkness, \ x0d \ Say my name. \x0d\x0d\ 2。 \ Crystal \x0d\ Don't look for your mouth on my lips \x0d\ Don't wait for strangers in front of the door \x0d\ Don't look for tears in your eyes early \x0d\ Seven nights are higher, the red is redder \x0d \ Seven hearts are deeper, and your hands are knocking at the door \ x0d. You were my death \x0d\ you. When I lost everything, I could catch it \x0d\ 4. In the river \x0d\ I cast this net in the future river in the north, which was written by you in stone with hesitation and heavy \x0d\. \x0d\ Your face is quite scared \x0d\ Suddenly \x0d\ a light shines \x0d\ to accommodate me, and at a certain point \x0d\ there, a most painful person is saying, never \x0d\ x0d \ 6. A pale voice. You can release \x0d\ a world of painful harvest \x0d\ 7. You can \x0d\ you can treat me with snow with confidence: \x0d\ Whenever I walk side by side with mulberry trees in summer, \x0d\ its leaves are tender. \x0d\ \x0d\ 8。 Eye of Time \x0d\ This is the eye of time: \ x0d \ It squints \ x0d \ from colorful eyebrows. \x0d\ Its eyelids were cleaned by flames, \x0d\ Its tears were steaming. \x0d\ Towards it, the blind planetesimals are flying \x0d\ and melting on hotter eyelashes: \x0d\ The world is getting hotter and hotter, \x0d\ and the dead are in bud. \x0d\x0d\ 9。 Standing \ x0d \ standing, in the shadow of scars, in the air. \x0d\ stand, not for anything or anyone. \x0d\ is not recognized, \x0d\ is only suitable for you. \x0d\ has a place to hide things, \x0d\ does not need \x0d\ language. \x0d\x0d\ 10。 Death \ x0d \ Death is a flower that blooms only once \ x0d \ It blooms like this, unlike itself. \x0d\ You can open it if you want, but it doesn't open in time \x0d\ Here it comes. A huge butterfly \x0d\ is dotted with a slender reed pole. Let me make a reed pole, which is as strong as \x0d\x0d\ selected poems of Ye Zhi \ x0d \. \x0d\ I want to raise a box of bees, plant nine rows of beans, and \x0d\ live alone in the forest grassland where bees are buzzing. \x0d\x0d\ where peace will come to me, peace will slowly drip, \ x0d \ from the veil in the morning to the place where crickets sing; \x0d\ There is a glimmer in the middle of the night, and it turns purple at noon. "x0d" is full of cardinals' wings at night. \x0d\x0d\ I'm going to get up and go, because from morning till night \ x0d \ I can hear the lake lapping gently; \x0d\ Whether I stand on the road or on the gray sidewalk, \x0d\ will always hear it calling in my heart. \x0d\x0d\ 2。 When you are \x0d\ old, white-haired, sleepy and \ x0d \ taking a nap in front of the stove, please write down this poem and recite it slowly, dreaming of your eyes. \ x0d \ x0d \ soft light and faint shadows; \x0d\ How many people have loved your beauty and your joyful and charming youth with sincerity and hypocrisy? \x0d\ Only one person loves your pilgrim's heart, and \x0d\ loves you to fade away the sadness on your face. \x0d\x0d\ When you lean over the burning grate, \x0d\ you will tell it gently, with a touch of sadness: \x0d\ The lost love has climbed the mountain now, and \ x0d \ buried your face in the dense stars. \x0d\x0d\ 3。 The swan \x0d\ trees in Cole Manor are covered with beautiful autumn clothes, and the paths in the forest are dry. \x0d\ In the twilight of October, the flowing water \x0d\ reflects the quiet sky, and \ x0d \ rocks are rippling with water waves. \x0d\x0d\ Since I first counted them, the autumn of \x0d\ 19 degrees has passed. \x0d\ Before I could count it again, I saw \ x0d \ them flying at once. "x0d" flapped its wings loudly and soared in a big and broken circle. \x0d\x0d\ I stare at these dazzling swans. \ x0d \ At this moment, I feel sad. Everything has changed. From the first time we were by the river, \x0d\ was just dusk. \x0d\ I heard the swan flapping its wings on my head. \x0d\ My steps are more agile. \x0d\x0d\ not tired. Couples \x0d\ March forward or fly into the air on the cold and friendly river. \x0d\ Their hearts are still young. No matter where they w\x0d\er, they are always passionate and win love. \x0d\x0d\ Now they are floating on the quiet water, \x0d\ mysterious and beautiful, \ x0d \ But one day I woke up and they had already flown away. \x0d\ Oh, which reeds, which pools, which lakes and which ones will be pleasing to the eye will they be built on? \x0d\\x0d\4。 The Second Coming of Christ \x0d\ spins on the outward expanding body, and the falcon can no longer hear its master's call. \x0d\x0d\ everything is scattered, and the center can no longer be maintained. \x0d\ There is chaos everywhere in the world. \ x0d \ The tide of bloody chaos is surging, and \ x0d \ is full of innocent etiquette. \x0d\ excellent people lose confidence, while \x0d\ bad people are full of passionate enthusiasm. \x0d\ There is no doubt that God's revelation will appear, \x0d\ There is no doubt that Christ will come again. \ x0d \ x0d \ The second coming of Christ! These words haven't been said yet. What makes people see things in a blur is the behemoth from the big memory: in the desert, the figure of a head and a lion's body, like the sun, looks at each other coldly, moves its legs slowly and circles around it, and the shadow of angry birds flies in the desert. \x0d\x0d\ darkness is coming again. Now I understand that \x0d\ has been sleeping for twenty centuries, and \x0d\ has started an annoying nightmare in the cradle of rotation. \ x0d \ What kind of beast finally waits for the time, and \ x0d \ languishes in the holy land and reincarnates? \x0d\\x0d\5。 Rita and Swan \x0d\ suddenly attacked: On that stumbling girl, \x0d\ a pair of huge wings are still flapping wildly, a pair of black webbed feet are stroking her thighs, and the goose beak is strangling her neck. \x0d\ His chest pressed against her, and there was no retreat. \x0d\x0d\ finger, dumbfounded, how can I \ x0d \ push the white glory away from the loose legs? \x0d\ body, fell in the white torrent, \x0d\ feel only the strange heartbeat! \x0d\x0d\ a shiver ran through my waist and thighs. Unexpectedly, there came \ x0d \ broken walls, smoke and fire on the rostrum \ x0d \ and Agamemnon's death. \x0d\x0d\ When she was possessed \x0d\ the local people were so subdued by the savage blood of the sky \x0d\ until the indifferent bird's mouth let her go. \ x0d \ Did she gain his strength and knowledge? \x0d\ \x0d\6。 Bai Niao \x0d\ Dear, I hope we are a white bird on the waves! \x0d\ The meteor is not dead yet, and we are tired of its shining; \x0d\ The sky is low, and the shimmer of the blue star in the morning light \x0d\ awakens an immortal sadness in your heart and mine. \x0d\\x0d\ A little drowsiness escapes from the lily rose dream wet with dew; \x0d\ Oh, dear, don't dream of the shining of the meteor, and don't dream of the shimmer of the blue star lingering in the dew: \x0d\ I hope we can become Bai Niao on the waves: you and me! \x0d\ x0d \ I am haunted by countless islands and Dannan Lake, where years will forget us and sadness will never come again; \x0d\ will soon be far away from the erosion of roses, lilies and starlight, \x0d\ as long as we are double Bai Niao, dear, wandering in the waves! \x0d\ \x0d\7。 Indian love song \x0d\ The island slept soundly in the morning light, and the huge branches dripped quietly; \x0d\ Peacocks dance on the smooth lawn, \x0d\ a parrot quivers on the branches, and \x0d\ growls at its own figure on the mirror-like sea. \x0d\x0d\ Here we are going to berth a lonely boat \x0d\ Wandering arm in arm forever \x0d\ Muttering from lip to lip \x0d\ Along the grass and sand dunes \x0d\ Telling how far the restless land is: \x0d\ In the secular world, only the two of us are hiding far away. A fire with a burning heart, \x0d\ with sparkling tides, flashing wings, \x0d\ heavy branches, and pigeons with kind feathers who lament for a hundred days: \x0d\x0d\ How will our souls wander after we die, \x0d\ Then the silence of dusk enveloped the sky, \x0d. \x0d\ x0d \ 8。 Sail to Byzantium \ x0d \ which is not a country for old people. Young people hug each other; The dying generation, the "x0d" on the tree is singing; \x0d\ Waterfall of fish, sea full of blue and white fish, \x0d\ fish, animals or birds, praise the whole summer, \x0d\ everything that is born and dead exists. \x0d\x0d\ addicted to the music of the senses, everyone ignores \ x0d \ a monument of eternal reason. \x0d\x0d\ A decaying old man is just a waste. \x0d\ is a tattered coat propped on a stick. \ x0d \ Unless the soul clap its hands to make a song, it will sing louder for every skin crack of itself; \x0d\ But there is no school to teach singing, only \x0d\ the brilliant research on it is recorded in the memorial hall. \x0d\ So I traveled across the ocean to \x0d\ the sacred castle of Byzantium. \ x0d \ x0d \ Oh, smart guy! Standing in the sacred flame of God, \x0d\ seems to be an ornament inlaid with gold on a mural. \x0d\ comes out of the flame and spins in the sky. \x0d\ Please be a teacher who sings for my soul. \x0d\ burned my heart. It was tied to a piece of dying meat and corroded by desire. I don't know what it is. Please \x0d\ I will enter the eternal art arrangement as soon as possible. \x0d\x0d\ Once I am divorced from nature, I will never get my shape from any natural objects, but as long as it is a pattern made by a Greek goldsmith with gold glaze and hammer gold, \x0d\ will keep the sleepy emperor awake; \x0d\ or just sing \x0d\ everything in the past, present and future for Byzantine nobles and wives on the golden branches. \x0d\x0d\ 9。 My lover once met me in Liuyuan, and her snow-white feet crossed the willow. \x0d\ She told me to love simply, just like a tree sprouting \x0d\ But I, young and ignorant, never listened to her. \x0d\ My lover once stood with me in a field by the river. \x0d\ You put your snow-white hand on my leaning shoulder. \x0d\ She makes me live a simple life, just like grass growing on a weir; \x0d\ But I was young and ignorant then, and now my face is full of tears \x0d\x0d\ 10. The sage and camel \x0d\ stood up, raised their hands and began to pray, \ x0d \ for a person who is suffering from misery, \ x0d \ in the process of recalling his lost reputation. \x0d\ A Roman Caesar also gave in, \x0d\ under this hump. \x0d\x0d\ saints \x0d\ God judges everyone in various ways, \ x0d \ \x0d\ I shouldn't stop praising, because I am hurting myself with a whip. Maybe that night \x0d\ early morning, I can drive away. \x0d\ Greek Alexander x0d and Augustus Caesar hid in my body, followed by \x0d\ the great loafer Alsi Budd. \x0d\x0d\ Tuozi \x0d\ For all those who stand on you and pray, I want to offer my gratitude. \ x0d \ Give them respect according to their grades, \ x0d \ but most of them should be left to Alsi Budd. \x0d\x0d\ Selected Poems of Sylvia Plath \ \ x0d \ x0d \1+0. Sheep in the fog \x0d\ hillside hidden in white barrier \x0d\ people or stars stared at me sadly and I let them down \x0d\ the train left a breath \x0d. The morning light darkened \x0d\ A flower still exists \x0d\ My bones propped up the silence in the distance \x0d\ The wilderness melted my heart \x0d\ They threatened me to wear it somewhere in heaven \x0d\ No stars, no father, no black water \x0d\ 2. Postman \ x0d \ That's not mine. Do not take it. \x0d\ Is the sour taste of vinegar sealed in a can? Don't take it. That's not true. Is there a sun in the ring? \x0d\ lies. Lies and pain. \x0d\ Frost on leaves, clean cauldron, crackling. \x0d\x0d\ talking to himself on nine black \ x0d \ peaks in the Alps. \x0d\ There is a mystery in the mirror \x0d\ The sea has broken its gray eyes -\ x0d \ Love, love, my season. \x0d\\x0d\3。 Language \x0d\ axe, the echo of the forest \x0d\ sounded! \ \x0d\\x0d\ echo overflowed like a horseshoe. \x0d\ Tree sap gushes tears like squeezed water drops. \x0d\ On the rock, a mirror spread out, \x0d\ fell down, and a white skeleton \x0d\ was swallowed up in the green of weeds. \ x0d \ x0d \ I saw them again at the intersection many years later. \x0d\ Language has dried up and is no longer galloping. \x0d\ Despite the tireless hoofbeat, \x0d\ only, from the bottom of the pool, \x0d\ still stars indicate life. \x0d\x0d\ 4。 Edge \x0d\ This woman is perfect, \x0d\ her death, \x0d\ body with a happy smile, \x0d\ a Greek-style tragic ending, \ x0d \ feet like saying, \ x0d \ We come from far away. \x0d\x0d\ Every dead child is curled up like a nest of white snakes. \x0d\ Every child has a small empty milk can. \x0d\ It held them in its arms. \ x0d \ like a rose, frozen in the garden. \ x0d \ x0d \ The light of death overflows from the sweet deep throat. \x0d\ no worries in the moon, \x0d\ shoots condensation from her bones. \x0d\ is used to this kind of thing. \x0d\ Drag the long black dress slowly and click. \x0d\\x0d\5。 The word "x0d" axe, after whose wooden bell is struck, "x0d" and echo! \x0d\ The echo is scattered, far from the midpoint, like a horse. \x0d\x0d\ is full of tears, trying to rush out like a clear spring. On the stone, \x0d\ water drops are rippling, and a bone is swallowed up by crazy green. \x0d\x0d\ years later, I met them on the road where \x0d\ words were exhausted. \x0d\ unremitting hoofbeat, \x0d\ staring at the stars from the bottom of the pond, \x0d\ dominated a life. \x0d\ \x0d\6。 Trees in Winter \x0d\ At the dawn of tide, blue-black water is melting blue-black. \x0d\ The tree on blotting paper looks like a plant painting. \x0d\ Memories are growing, round and round, a series of weddings. \x0d\x0d\ don't know about abortion and resentment, \x0d\ are more real than women, \x0d\ they sow seeds so effortlessly, \x0d\ taste the wind without feet, and \ x0d \ are half immersed in history and full of wings of another world. \ x0d \ x0d \ At this point, they are Lida (1). \x0d\ Ah, leaves and sweet mother, \x0d\ Who are these Madonna statues mourning for Jesus? \x0d\ The shadow of the turtledove is singing a poem, which does not help to relieve the troubles. \x0d\\x0d\( 1) Rita was raped by Jupiter who turned into a swan. \x0d\ \x0d\7。 Crossing the lake \x0d\ black lake, black boat, two people cut it out with black paper. \x0d\ Where do the black trees here drink water? \x0d\ Their shadows must have been extended to Canada. \x0d\x0d\ Lotus leaks a little light from it. \ x0d \ Lotus leaves won't let us cross: \ x0d \ Flat leaves are always giving advice to the darkness. \x0d\ shake off a cold world from the paddle. \x0d\ We are full of black spirits, and so are fish. \ x0d \ x0d \ A broken stump raised his pale hand to say goodbye; \x0d\ The stars are blooming among the floating lotus. \x0d\ Sai Ren was so expressionless that he didn't turn you into a stone? \x0d\ This is the unique silence of a stunned soul. \x0d\\x0d\8。 The colossus \x0d\ were completely put together, and I almost didn't recognize you. \x0d\ is broken and connected with the whole. \x0d\ The noisy barking of donkeys and mules, the snoring of pigs and the incessant laughter of the waves, \x0d\ coming from your huge lips \x0d\ is worse than the open space in front of the warehouse. \x0d\x0d\ Maybe you see yourself as an angel, \ x0d \ the spokesman of the dead, or God or something. \x0d\ I have worked hard for 30 years just to dig the mud out of your throat. \x0d\ and I still don't understand. \x0d\x0d\ With a plastic basin and a handful of enamel, I cut a small ladder \x0d\ I crawled slowly like a dirty ant beast, \x0d\ climbed over your brow-like overgrown wasteland, \x0d\ repaired a large piece of slag shell metal plate and \ x0d \ cleaned it up. \x0d\x0d\ The blue sky outside Orestes, \ x0d \ covered us with an arched roof. \x0d\ Father, everything about you is as simple and historic as Rome Square. \x0d\ I started my lunch on a tree covered with dark green pine and cypress. You have a sunken bone. \x0d\ x0d \ 9。 July poppy \ x0d \ x0d \ tiny poppy, tiny hell \ x0d \ you don't hurt people? \ x0d \ x0d \ you are flashing. I can't touch you. I put my "x0d" in the fire. Not burnt. \x0d\ Seeing you flash like that \x0d\ I feel weak, wrinkled and bright red, \x0d\ just like people's lips. \x0d\ just bleeding lips. \ x0d \ x0d \ bloody little skirt! I can't smell the smoke. Where's your opium, your disgusting container? \ x0d \ x0d \ I wish I could bleed or sleep! \x0d\ I wish my lips could marry such a wound! \x0d\ or your juice seeped into my body, \x0d\ in this glass container makes people dull and calm. \x0d\ but it is colorless. Colorless.