One day I'm walking down the street, which can not erupt lava
to a morning sun can not fall from the sky
run to a woman who can not love
in his hand She holds a dead fish that can not be brought to life
you use a language which may not repugnant
be nice now I can not develop wings and fly above the clouds in the sky
go home in a house that can not sink
and run to my father that I can not take a long time with me
now are too big I can not
turn me into a rat crawling into my hole and quiet in a corner
tonight I'm in my bed that can transform into the open sea
now I can not die but I have a dream: the sun falls to the ground
lava flows
flight from the ground up in the sky
kissing the sweet lips of a woman
the fish holding in his hand is singing hymns
my father kneeling at the side of a ruined
and says, indicating
the sky "that great man is he"
the morning I wake from my dream
I can not believe it was real.
*
The house built in the winter
the house built in the winter
workers who take protective jackets
rocks covered with frost
timber covered in snow and lake water you can have a layer of ice breaking
addition, the black smoke from the chimney on the roof slowly advancing
women are visible through the windows to fog
but the walls remain frozen
when summer arrives
not have to worry about burning that the house
melt like ice cream under the rays of the sun cuocenti
now
workers protect themselves with a trail of trees will
rocks on a distant hill
will be buried under the forest green leaves
the lake will be subdued by the wave
there is a profound absence of all these things and
in the hottest summer sun
(or in the coldest winter)
tighter hug.
*
It 's summer here, but nothing changes
summer is here but nothing changes
caring man
can not change the fact that he died, a woman
not beautiful is one year older
is what I would call "adding insult to injury"
someone who has waited and waited
eventually became insane
unable to stand up to the end of time
someone who has lived
stirs the desire for ill
hopeless because all of the faces of remorse
for someone who is overcome by depression
jokes are a waste of time even for a idiot
the sincere advice is a waste of time
when someone takes the road to ruin is at a precipice
jumping into it without hesitation.
*
We can not remain in the sky for even a second flash of
rise into
is not a problem but we can not remain in heaven, nor can we get
supported from the air like birds because we have not
wings so we can not stay in the sky for even a second flash of
we can only fall straight down from heaven
to beat our noses and faces are swollen
never even dream of challenging the birds dream-
*
I can not wait any longer summer
is a shame, really fall in love with you
winter
undressed
thee when I saw you in the frosty air
your arms wrapped around your naked body in
a shiver when I see your face pierced with tears
treasure
're so beautiful you have to forgive my be rude, my impertinence
only wanted to see what you looked inside the shell
I can not wait any longer summer
(English translations of Anila Resul)
*
Sheng Xing was born in China in 1978. He devoted himself to publishing his poetry since childhood works of poetry in various magazines in China and mainly relying on the possibility of publication on the Web.
Two of his poems are included in the collection "2000 years of Chinese poetry" [2000 XinShi nian Zhongguo of nianjian] published by Yang Ke.
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