Transtr?m's poem is as follows:
1. [Prelude]: Waking up is a dream in which one parachutes out, escapes the breathless whirlpool, and wanders towards the morning The green land falls and everything burns. He noticed that the skylark's powerful flying tree roots were swinging the lamp underground. But the ground is green and tropical. Standing with arms raised, listening to the rhythm of the invisible water pump.
2. He sank into summer, slowly sinking into the dazzling pits of summer, sinking into the wet green chessboard of trembling veins under the sun's turbine. So I stopped this straight journey through the moment, my wings spread like an osprey's perch on the rough water. Bronze Age trumpets, forbidden notes, hang over the abyss, and in the first hours of the day, perception holds the world like a hand holding a sun-heated stone while the wanderer stands under a tree. After passing through the death vortex, will a huge light spread above his head?
3. [Storm]: Suddenly, the wanderer encounters an ancient and tall oak tree here, like a petrified long tree. The moose with huge horns faces the September sea, the dark green fortress, and the northern storm. It is the season when the fruits of the Flower Secret Tree are ripe. Awakening in the dark, I can hear the constellations above the oak tree stamping their feet in my heart.
4.[Ye Yi Chen]: The mast of the moon is rotten and the sail is crumpled into a ball. Seagulls flew drunkenly over the water. The heavy quadrangle of the trestle was blackened to charcoal. The bushes bent in the darkness. Go to the door ladder. Dawn knocks, knocks on the granite door of the sea, the sun crackles and splashes sparks. Half-asleep, the summer gods groped in the smoke.
5.[Polyphony]: Under the quiet point where the eagle rotates, the sea roars and rolls in the light, and the bridle chewing seaweed blindly blows the breath of foam to the shore. The earth was stopped by the dark caged vulture measured by the bat, and turned into a star. The sea roared and rolled, sending its breath of foam toward the shore.
6. One of [Five Poems to Thoreau]: Another man leaves the greedy stone circle of the heavy city. Crystal clear salt is water, clustering around the heads of all true refugees
7. [Five Poems to Thoreau] Part 2: Silence rises from the heart of the earth with a slow whirlpool, takes root, and grows wildly. Covering the man's hot ladder with the thick shadow of the tree canopy.
8. [Five Poems to Thoreau] No. 3: A foot accidentally kicked a mushroom, and dark clouds spread in the sky. The curved roots of the tree are like a brass trumpet playing a tune, and the leaves fly away in panic.
9. [Five Poems to Thoreau] No. 4: Autumn’s mad flight is his light coat fluttering, until the quiet days troop out of frost and ashes to wash their feet in the spring
10. [Five Poems to Thoreau] No. 5: He who has seen a geyser escaping from a dry well, when no one believes him, he will hide deep in the green shade of his heart like Thoreau. ,optimism.
11.[Gogol]: The suit shattered into marble fragments like wolf faces. Heaps of letters and letters sit in the forest ringing with mistakes and ridicule. Oh, the heart floats like a page through the cold aisles. At this moment, the setting sun crept across the country like a fox, lighting up the grass for a moment. The sky was full of horns and hooves, and under the sky, the carriage was like a shadow passing through the manor where my father lit the lamp. Petersburg lies on the same latitude as destruction, and the wretch in the overcoat still floats like a jellyfish through the frozen streets.
12.[Bosun’s Story]: In the winter without snow, the sea is a relative of the squatting mountains covered with gray feathers. It turns blue for a short time, and for a long time the waves are as colored as a lynx in vain on the beach. In search of shelter, sunken ships will surface in such weather, looking for their owners who are sitting silently amid city sirens. Sinking sailors were blown toward land in thinner smoke than pipe smoke.
13.[Stanza and Antithesis]: The last ring is mythical. Where the oarsmen sink straight down among the gleaming backs of fish Too far from us! When the day sinks into dreary, windless anxiety Like the green shadow of the Congo enveloping the blue-skinned man in steam As a drifting block winds slowly in the heart The river leaped into the air. Sudden change: The tethered hull slides into the waters beneath the resting celestial body.
14. [Angry Meditation]: The storm pushes the windmill to spin crazily, grinding nothingness in the darkness of the night. Insomnia due to the same law, the belly of the gray shark is your dim light, hazy Your memories sank to the bottom of the sea, where you ossified into a strange statue. When you returned from the sea, your crutches were dyed green by seaweed.
15. [Stone]: I heard the stones we threw falling, passing through the years as transparently as glass. The momentary confused movements in the valley scream from the treetops to the treetops, silent in the air that is thinner than now, like swallows flying from the top of the mountain to the top of the mountain, until they reach the extreme plateau along the boundary of existence, where all our actions Falling as transparently as glass into the depths of just ourselves.