tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45612067585711369252011-11-28T08:23:36.420+08:00Streaker： Poems by Wu Jingdongthe poems of a poet from ChinaWu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561206758571136925.post-1105569595518019502009-03-08T01:42:00.008+08:002009-04-06T21:49:06.432+08:00By Hengxian River, One Day of the Late Spring By Wu JingdongI give my piss contained the fire of yin-deficiency to a cherry tree,which isbringing forth fruit,and glide to the riverside to wash the rays of my hands.A point-a sparrow or a humblebee-also overhangs the river surface,watching the fish Swimming in the nude.These darlings are unwilling to sank into my masculine filth and the reflection,in the water,of the buildings of the Wu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561206758571136925.post-43987374599887080892009-02-22T11:39:00.005+08:002009-02-22T11:53:27.661+08:00The Mountaintop Temporarily Gets A Little Higher in the Snow Nightby and tr.[China] Wu jingdongThe wind messes up the snowflakes.The moon doesn't reveal its radian Until the guys stealingthe Diesel Engine from the Sanguantan Sandpit played out the Shadow Play.It is illuminating the laboratory, the cement works and the health products factory which are alternately concave and convex on the small town,And lights several worker,Souliu, Sanbiezi and Mrs.Xi-dongmei,Wu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561206758571136925.post-44027065474398658642009-02-18T13:16:00.008+08:002009-02-18T20:00:08.664+08:00Riverway extends far into the Past or Future--Beyond by and tr.[China] Wu Jingdong I am getting stiffand need a liquid woman,you become softand need a straight man.The nude is always full of the thrill. While I am going to hold you in the arm, a butterflyflies onto your twigs.O, let it first act. The grass is quite thick,the sky is very soft,the bodily function is very well,the air temperature is moderate,there are many birds around，there isn'tWu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561206758571136925.post-90472939987366284182009-02-15T09:42:00.005+08:002009-02-15T22:23:27.648+08:00AttributeBy and tr.[China] Wu Jing-dongSuch a lot of grays, isn't enough to cover up a indistinct drizzle outside window ten years ago or later.I freshen your drink;when the undulatingof your breast is slowing down,more and more moonlights pierce loneliness .At nightfall it begins to sprinkle, it is already less ambiguous than the rain in the year of rabbit.The sufficiently salty roles separated you andWu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561206758571136925.post-68374319270762813232009-02-14T22:17:00.007+08:002009-03-08T09:21:49.287+08:00Stroll like A Bee in Spring By Wu Jing-DongHe sees againthe hoarse, circulatory arc.At the east side of the column, his arrowheadis like a puff of warm air pressing into the soil; butterflies leap up and down,trying to rub off their spots of death on the petals,and succeed in finding the sugar-coat of wrapping the electron.Two or three persons,twice or thrice go by two or three railway-bridges over Jialing River;Wu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561206758571136925.post-88555552499110271442009-02-08T17:53:00.011+08:002009-02-13T17:29:46.290+08:00The potatoes are blossoming in the face of the skyby [China] Wu jingdongOn the plateau, the sky is blue and the clouds are quiet,The potatos flowers covered the hillside are fragrant and bright，and its pollens are scattered on the askew village along the Yanhe River by wind.The hot breast milk effuses from the sun,and nourishes the cornfield in my hometown; the jujube trees and Iare as exult as a group of the lambs sucking the breast!The dewy Wu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561206758571136925.post-27921298049910226342009-02-07T12:41:00.010+08:002009-02-10T16:58:24.946+08:00The Picture of the Solitary HorseThe Picture of the Solitary Horse by [China] Wu jingdongThe petal deviates from its aroma,and the bitter gets denser and heavier.If a horse intruded spang,Or,I changed my hands and feet into the hooves,and a beam of light arrived inthe clearing,my mood would get more ethereal.Sure enough, on August 21th,the maculas,the curves,the Chinese-date-red and the cylinders flood inThe Xiawan-Village whereWu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561206758571136925.post-4099689461011912072009-02-06T13:28:00.000+08:002009-02-06T13:32:58.643+08:00myphotoWu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561206758571136925.post-41244995317504820112009-02-06T11:31:00.001+08:002009-02-09T22:46:07.810+08:00Wu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561206758571136925.post-35995375983814863652009-02-05T21:32:00.005+08:002009-02-10T17:08:25.978+08:00Spring Comes Here Casuallyby and tr.[China] Wu jingdongSpring comes here casually,the trees,the grasses and the flowers on the land are talking and joking ,butthe garden of the Pans House is an exception,the snow and the virulent poisonseem to be left on her breasts in the half-darkness.2006.4Printed in Poetry Monthly,No.12,2006.China.【original text】武靖东《春天说来就来了》春天说来就来了地里木草花有说有笑，但潘家花园在例外她的乳房半明半暗，好像残留着雪及其剧毒2006.4发表于中国《诗歌月刊》Wu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561206758571136925.post-79489061854526606062009-02-05T07:53:00.006+08:002009-02-14T08:38:49.341+08:00Dreaming about the South of the Changjiang River by and tr.[China] Wu jingdongDon't faze the head on the lotus flower's leaves!My body is returning to the south of the River,the felicity is effusingfrom the rootstalks,the anxiety ,but not the numbness,will obtain salvation.Lotus Throne makes from the tranquility.When I sit among the fasciculate petals to repose,the airy smile of heaven and earth ,persuades my perplexed soul back.How Wu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561206758571136925.post-23400987998199460902009-02-04T19:28:00.000+08:002009-02-05T21:30:04.481+08:00portrait 1#: Xiao Yan by and tr.[China] Wu jingdongFrom her own body her beautyflows into the crowd.Her perfume,is not very precise,too.The hour hand, minute hand and second hand quicken the rev of her face.In the flyaway life she covers up her bitterness and the laughter， as though a birdie emitting empyreumatic odor. 2005.5.2 tr.2006.11.24■原文/武靖东:人像1#: 小燕她的美从自个儿的身体流向人群。Wu Jingdong（武靖东）http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885237136657660027noreply@blogger.com0