Lost in Translation 4

It’s been cold in the deep sea for a long time,
where beauty is bright and you can’t open your eyes.
The earth shouts at you like a wise woman —
Make yourself different because of your love for me.

People are dead, and this is just the beginning.
The wind has been unhinged lately.
Alarm, and fire approaching.
When it comes, the landscape will listen.

The beaches were abandoned for a lot of money.
The stars went to heaven all the time.
In winter the trees are lonely,
and the Twitter viewers swallow the sky.

(Millay, Keats, Shakespeare, Gluck, Eliot, Plath, Dickinson, Dove)

Lost in Translation 5

There are two types of disasters: women and men.
Love is red and red, and stupid in good time.
Will hatred be more fair than tender love?

Because her hair is beautiful,
his eyes are like water.
Beauty can live on its own anyway.

There are a lot of ghosts tonight. Look in the mirror and answer —
a sad story about moaning and crying in the morning.
Thousands of lakes are filled with salt.

These are crazy, small, and cold times.
Without people and sex, suffering won’t end.
When a new idea comes to you, it comes from common pain.

(Hardy, Millay, Dove, Rich, Shelley, Shakespeare, H.D., Keats)

Lost in Translation 6

Why do you hear a sad song when you hear a song?
Pain caused by the sky
burns like the ghost of a newborn baby.
The world is your widow and she is still crying.

Thinking of my brother’s brokenness,
I pay again like I had never paid before.
He played the melody of sadness and stealing,
and at sunset saw his hands dripping with gold.
As the eagle and blind can see,
the angel of rain is the angel of lightning.
He who follows flowers will never be born again.

(Keats, Dickinson, Shelley, Eliot, Moore, Shakespeare, Langston Hughes)

Lost in Translation 7

We stopped in the sea room.
The baby in the white bed is spinning and moaning,
bouquet of red and brown algae and sea girl,
bright topaz denizen of a world of green.
Disturbed by dreams and tremors of childhood,
she does not fear the men beneath the tree.

The tide wave has opened, and everywhere.
I understand the definition,
the pain that hurts my heart and makes me fall asleep.
Who hoisted the flag today?
You are throwing things every day. Admit
there is no victory.

(Eliot, Keats, Plath, Rich, Dickinson, Yeats, and Bishop)