Stephen Crane (1871-1900). American novelist and poet.
Don't cry, girl, war is merciful.
Spread your hands on your sweetheart's back to the sky,
Frightened war horses gallop alone,
Don't cry,
War is merciful.
.
The team's hoarse drums rumble,
The lads are eager to fight.
These men were originally born for training and fighting to the death,
Unexplained glory hung over them.
Great is the god of the battlefield, great is his kingdom —
A wilderness, thousands of corpses lying on top of each other.
Don't cry, baby, war is merciful.
Rolling in the loess trench for your father,
Full of anger, choked up but all his life.
The team's battle flag is clear, waving in the wind,
The eagle has a golden crown of feathers.
These men were originally born for training and fighting to the death.
For them to point out the good character of slaughter,
make them aware of the excellent properties of killing,
And a wilderness, with thousands of corpses lying on top of each other.
O you, with your heart as a plain flower,
The mother who decorates the glorious burial garment of her son,
In the desert,
I saw a man, like a beast, completely naked,
He squatted on the ground,
Hold your heart
In chewing.
I asked, "Is it delicious, friend?" "
"Bitterness—bitterness," he said.
"But I like it,
Because it is bitter,
Because it's my heart. "
Look, the grave of the wicked,
Nearby, there was a stern elf.
Here comes a girl with a dejected violet,
But the elf grabbed her arm.
He said, "Don't give him flowers!" "
The girl couldn't help but cry:
"Ah, I loved him."
But the elf raised his face and frowned:
"Don't give him flowers."
Well, here's the thing —
If the genie is just,
Why is this girl crying?
The black rider comes from the sea.
With the clanging sound of spears and shields colliding,
and the tapping of horseshoes and man's heels,
Crazy screams and waves of hair
Hurrying against the wind:
This is the journey of sin.
Three birds lined up in a row
Sit and meditate.
A man passes by that place.
At that time, the three birds were nagging at each other.
They said, "He thinks he can sing." ”
They looked up and laughed.
With a strange expression
They stared at him.
They're very curious.
The three little birds lined up in rows.
In the desert
I saw a man, naked, cruel,
Squatting on the ground,
Holding your own heart,
I asked, "Is it delicious, friend?" ”
"Bitter—bitter," he replied;
"But I like it
Because it's my heart. ”
Yes, I have a thousand tongues,
And nine hundred and ninety-nine lies.
Despite my efforts to use that one,
It can't form a melody as I wish,
But he died in my mouth.
Once upon a time came a man
He said
"Line up the whole world for me."
So immediately
There was a terrible shout from the crowd
Opposition is queued.
Noisy disputes are all over the world.
Lasts for a long time;
Blood was flowing
Through those who do not want to stand in line,
And those who aspire to stand in line.
Finally, the man was ready to die, crying.
And those who indulge in bloody melee
Don't know this huge stupidity.
God carefully shapes the ship of the world.
With the help of all-powerful and infinite skills
build the hull and the sails,
He grasped the rudder
Be prepared to make adjustments.
He stood up straight, glancing triumphantly at his work.
Then, at the decisive moment, something went wrong,
God turned around and watched.
Lo and behold, the boat, taking advantage of this opportunity, slipped quietly,
Follow the path subtly silently.
So that, never helmsman, sail on the sea
Embark on a ridiculous journey,
Strangely marching,
Switch directions for serious purposes
Before the storm of stupidity comes.
There are many in heaven
Laugh at that.
The mysterious shadow, leaning closer to me,
Who are you?
Where did it come from?
And — tell me — is it fair
Or is truth more painful than swallowing fire?
Tell me!
Don't worry I'll tremble,
Because I'm not afraid —I'm not afraid.
So, tell me!
I'm looking for it here;
Looking there;
I can't see my lover anywhere.
And — at this time —
She's in my heart.
Well, I really have nothing to complain about
Because although she is beautiful, she is more and more beautiful,
But she will never be as beautiful as she is
In my heart.
I'm standing on a high place,
See that there are many devils below
Running, jumping,
Drink from sin.
One of them looked up and grinned,
Said, "Friend! brothers! ”
This vast world is going to roll away,
Leaving a black fear,
Endless dark nights,
There is no God, no one, and nowhere to stand
It will be crucial to me
If you and your white arms are there,
Then the fall is destined to have a long way to go.
(Translated by Ling Yue and Wang Dong)
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Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems".
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