My life is lazy and crazy.
I begged bread from beggars,
I give coins to the rich.
By the light, I passed through the eye of the embroidery needle.
I left the key to the gate with the thief,
I decorated my pale face with white.
The beggar refused my request,
The rich despise my efforts,
Light cannot pass through the eye of a needle.
Thieves don't need keys to get in,
Silly woman tears three lines.
Had an absurd and disgraceful day.
(mung bean translation)? [4]?
Poetry is growing.
Poetry grows in the form of stars and roses,
I still like the beauty that my family didn't expect.
For all the wreaths and the highest glory
An answer: Where did it come to me?
We were sleeping when suddenly we moved on the slate.
Four guests from heaven appeared.
Oh, world, catch it! The singer was turned on in his sleep.
The rules of planetesimals, the formula of flowers.
(mung bean translation)? [4]?
My window
My window is very high.
You can't reach it with your fingers.
It's like a cross on my attic wall.
The sun has begun to wander.
The window railing is like a delicate cross.
Quiet. -Even though it's immortal.
I imagined it as if it were me.
Buried in heaven.
(mung bean translation)? [4]?
The devil inside me
The devil inside me is not dead,
He is alive and well.
Just like in prison,
I feel like I'm in a cell,
The world is within the high wall.
The outlet consists of a knife and a shaft.
("The whole world is a stage."
The actor talks big. )
That hobbling clown
Not a clown:
As if enjoying the glory of the body,
Physically, it's like wearing an official robe.
May you live forever!
Treasure your life.
There are only poets in his bones.
It's like living a lie
No, my eloquent brother,
We won't have a good time.
In the flesh, it's like wearing a coat.
Father's pajamas
We deserve better.
We wither in the warmth.
Zvetayeva wrote Pimian's House.
It's like being locked in a bullpen,
Just like I'm in a boiler.
Miracles are disappearing.
We won't claim it.
Inside, it seems to be stuck in a swamp.
It's like being buried in the cellar of your body.
In the body, it seems to be at the farthest distance.
In exile. It is withering.
Being in the body is like being trapped in a secret.
In the body, it's like being stuck in a photo.
In the pliers of the iron mask.
(mung bean translation)? [4]?
blade
There is a double-edged sword between us.
The oath will live in our hearts. ...
But the enthusiastic sisters are here!
But brotherly enthusiasm is here!
It's such a mixture
Grassland in the wind, blowing your lips
Abyss ... Sword, help us.
Away from our immortal souls!
Sword, destroy us, pierce us,
Sword, execute us, but understand,
There is such an extreme fact.
Existence, such a roof edge ...
Does the double-edged sword sow the seeds of discord?
And bring people together! Dig a hole in the headland,
Gather us, guardians of fear.
The wound is inserted into the wound, and the cartilage penetrates the cartilage!
(Listen! If a star is falling ...
First of all, it wasn't falling off the boat into the sea.
Children's wishes ... this is an island,
For every love island ...)
Inclined double-edged blade
Blue, it will turn red ... we put pressure on it.
The double-sided blade is inserted into itself,
It is best to lie down!
This will be a trauma between brothers!
In this way, under the stars, there is nothing.
Crime ... as if we were.
Two brothers, welded together by a sword!
(mung bean translation)? [4]?
My metropolis is dark.
In my big city, the night is dark.
I walked from the groggy room to the street.
People think: wives, daughters,-
And I only remember one word: night.
It is the July wind that sweeps the street for me.
Whose window vaguely heard the music.
Ah, it blew all night until dawn-the wind,
Blow into my chest through the thin chest wall.
A poplar tree. There is a lamp in the window.
The clock in the bell tower, the little flower in your hand-a flower,
Footsteps, I didn't follow anyone,
I'm a shadow, but I'm not-me.
A string of golden beads-lamps,
The smell of leaves at night is in your mouth-soluble.
Let go, let go of the rope.
Friend, I walked into your dream.
(translated by Bofei)? [4]?
Listen carefully like this
Listen carefully like this, like an estuary.
Listen to your source.
Smell deeply like this. Smell a flower.
Xiaohua. Until the perception disappears.
Like this, in the blue air
Dissolved in bottomless desires.
Like this, on the blue sheets.
The child looked at the distance of memory.
Like this. A lotus-like teenager.
Quietly experience the hot spring.
..... like this, fall in love.
That's it, rolling in the deep.
(translated by Bofei)? [4]?
Three untitled poems
( 1)
I am willing to live a perfect and simple life.
Like a calendar-pendulum-sun.
A subtle proportion of secular hermits,
Wisdom is like the creation of every god.
Understand that spirit is my companion, and so is spirit.
My guide.
An unannounced entry, such as a ray of light, a glimpse.
Live as I described it: simple, perfect-
God's way, but friends don't.
(2)
My blood vessels were suddenly cut open: unstoppable,
Study on Zvetayeva's Poetry Creation
Unable to reply, life gushes forward.
Hold on to your plate and bowl!
Each bowl will soon become too shallow,
The plate is too flat.
Over the edge, in the distance
Infiltrate dark soil and fertilize weeds.
Irreversible, unstoppable,
Unable to reply, poetry gushed forward.
(3)
Sailors use this hand
Hundreds of miles of trumpets were played in Fiona Fang, and with this hand, it cast carols at night.
Like an illiterate, I marked X.
If this is not enough, I agree in advance!
Cut them all down, so at night,
Spit, cheerful red waves.
A river that drowns ink!
(mung bean translation)
I want to live with you.
I want to live with you.
In a small town,
* * * Enjoy the endless dusk.
And the constant ringing of bells.
In a hotel in this town—
The ancient clock struck.
Weak noise
Like time dripping gently.
Sometimes, at dusk, it comes from a room on the top floor.
Flute,
The piper leaned against the window,
The window is big, with tulips.
I don't care if you don't love me at the moment.
In the middle of the room, there is a ceramic tile stove.
There is a picture on each tile:
A heart, a sailboat, a rose.
Through our only window,
Snow, snow, snow.
You will lie in my favorite position: lazy,
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.
Lit a match once or twice.
A harsh voice.
The flame of your cigarette has gone from strong to weak,
The end of the smoke trembled, trembled.
Short, gray cigarette butts-even ashes.
You don't even bother to play-
The cigarette then flies into the fire.