Hello family, as I am a new member so I have no way to create a thread, so I am replying here. But I'm also here because I learned about you guys from social media
My English is very poor, so I had to use translation software to communicate with you. I came here to find someone with the same aesthetic interests.
In our country, there is an unknown poet who ended his life in 2007 (on his 30th birthday). But a few years ago I saw his poems in a shabby and small bookstore, and I was deeply shocked. So I wanted to try to introduce his poems to the English-speaking world.
His poems don't have names, only numbers. The book I have in my hand (1-2735). You can enter the number and I will try my best to translate his poems. Thanks again.
Here is Three pieces, from yvdi:
In the midst of their narrative, A person's biography becomes complete.
Like a stone emerging from the bottom of the water, Everything about him is smooth, Can't be held tightly.
He knows, It was someone else, Not himself, Build the whole of his life.
This is the root of his sorrow.
People cannot believe, He would fall so madly in love with a woman, Because his heart is full of hatred.
This incredible emotion makes him want to do whatever it takes to make her his own, Even if she has turned out to be a lunatic.
After her death, He finally understood, The world, Was crippled at the beginning.
Between man and woman, Always a tangled debt, It can't be impossible to solve even if eventually.
She married him, Just makes the burden heavier, He can't spend the time of a lifetime paying off his debt.
Sometimes, She hysterical. She knows, He has never been satisfied.