My heart is asleep and my hands are shaking.
My forehead sees, my hand reads.
My forehead is reading, and my hands are used to it.
Ditchett of Anderen H? nden。
Poetry in other people's hands.
Read other people's poems.
My blessing? Singing with Steiner,
My nose talks to the stone it stepped on,
My feet talk to the passing rocks,
My time is up.
My voice flies with every bird.
My voice is taken away by every bird,
What are you talking about? glichen W？ nden。
Outside of daily life.
From the wall that passes by every day.
May I? Don't be afraid,
I don't need it anymore. Without now,
Now that I am no longer an outsider,
All the people are here.
All colors are translated.
All the colors blend in.
In Germany? usch und Geruch。
Sounds and smells.
Sounds and smells.
Don't you like school? n
They sound incredibly sweet.
As beautiful as a tune
als T？ Northeast.
Like tone.
The ring.
Is Saul my son?
Why do I need a book?
Why do I need books?
In study b? Umen bl? Ter Tordell wind;
The wind blows through the leaves;
The wind overturned the leaves of the forest,
Am I Wei? Is a sin,
I know what kind of words are being conveyed there,
I know what they said,
And all your men.
Sometimes it will be repeated softly.
Sometimes it will be repeated softly.
Today, like Brichete,
Death plucks his eyes like a flower,
Death plucks his eyes like a flower,
I found that my eyes were not bright. .....
I can't find my eyes ...
Will never reach my eyes ...
Another translation of the whole poem;
Stranger:
Aren't you afraid to talk about it?
Blind girl:
number
Things have been so far away. People are already another person.
That man used to be able to see and live around noisily,
Now he's dead.
Stranger:
Heavy death?
Blind girl:
Death is cruel, for those who have no premonition.
Even in the face of the death of strangers, we must be strong.
Stranger:
Is that man strange to you?
Blind girl:
-also can be said to be turned into a stranger.
Death even makes children feel strange to their mothers. ——
The first days were terrible.
I was black and blue. This world,
A world where everything blooms and bears fruit,
Was uprooted from me,
With my heart (my feelings), so I
Lie flat like dirt and sip.
My cold tears,
Tears welled up from dead eyes,
Ripples are silent, as if God is dead,
Clouds fall from the empty heaven.
My hearing has become keen and I am open to everything.
I heard some inaudible voices:
Time, flowing through my hair,
Silence, ringing in exquisite glassware,—
I touch it: slide close to my hand.
The smell of a huge white rose.
Time and again, I think it's night, night,
I think I see something that grows like the day.
Bright stripes;
I thought I was leaving a long time ago.
The morning light enveloped my hands.
When sleep fell heavily from my dark face,
I woke up my mother,
I called my mother: "You, come quickly!
Light up the lights! "
I listened. For a long time, there was a long silence.
I think my pillow is hard and cold,-
Later, in a trance, I saw something shiny:
Those are my mother's painful tears,
I don't want to recall my mother's tears.
Light up the lights! Light up the lights! I often shout like this in my dreams:
The sky is falling. Please take it away,
From my face, from my chest.
You have to lift it, lift it high,
Be sure to give it to the star again;
God forbid, I can't live like this.
Am I talking to you, mom?
Who are you still talking to? Who's behind this?
Who's behind the scenes? Winter?
Mom, is it a storm? Mom, is it night? Tell me!
Or is it daytime? ..... during the day!
Without me! How can there be a day without me?
Am I everywhere?
Nobody asked about me?
We've been completely forgotten?
we? ..... but you were there;
You still have everything, don't you?
Everything is still protecting your eyesight,
Comfort your eyesight.
When your eyes rest,
When your eyes are still tired,
Your eyes can be lifted again.
..... My eyes are silent.
My flowers will lose color.
My mirror will turn into ice.
My books will be a mess.
My bird will fly around the street,
You'll get hurt in a strange window.
Everything has nothing to do with me.
I have been abandoned by everything. ——
I am an island.
Stranger:
I traveled across the ocean to come here.
Blind girl:
How come? To this island ... here?
Stranger:
I'm still on the boat.
I've quietly moored the boat-
By your side. The ship is rocking;
The flag on the ship is flying towards the land.
Blind girl:
I am an island, lonely and helpless.
I am rich. ——
At first, dilapidated roads were still everywhere.
My nerves, due to frequent
Damage caused by driving:
I felt pain then, too.
Everything in my heart has disappeared,
At first I didn't know where they went;
But then I found out they were all there,
All my feelings, now,
Standing together, squeezing and crying.
My eyes were blocked by the wall before and I couldn't move.
All my feelings of being cheated ...
I don't know if they will continue year after year,
But I know that week after week
They all came back dismembered,
I don't know anyone
Later, the road to the eyes was overgrown with weeds.
I no longer know their situation.
Now everything is wandering inside me,
Carefree and innocent; Like a recovering patient.
They like walking and walking around.
My body, this dark room.
Some of them.
Reading memories;
Young people among them.
But looking at everything outside.
Because they came to my edge,
Where is my glass skirt?
My forehead is reading, and my hands are used to it.
Read other people's poems.
My feet talk to the stone I stepped on,
My voice is taken away by every bird,
From the wall that passes by every day.
Presumably I don't lack anything now,
All the colors have become.
Sounds and smells.
Beauty rings endlessly, as if
Music.
What's the use of books for me?
The wind overturned the leaves,
I know what those words are,
Occasionally, I will repeat it softly.
Death, plucking your eyes like flowers,
But I can't find my eyes. ...
Stranger (softly):
I see.