O mighty ship of absurdity,
Sink into the mighty ocean please
And carry useless lives if you wish,
They're just ugly as you and me
'Zarathustra's stay, ready for criticizing and discipline
They number millions, as I can see
It's their soft mouths and slender fingers
That melodious syllables get chained in
Meanwhile we're exposed in the sun,
Hysterically and cynically wandering
We drown ourselves in electric wires,
Seeking for pretty sweet LSD
So rusty are our crystalline lens,
Short sighted are we
Crystalline lens fail to reflect our faces,
We fail to be free
Hey you, watch our footsteps,
What are they escaping and avoiding?
Why they're heading
Straight the story's ending?
Hard rain from early spring
Drench our bones and drench our veins
So summertime cannot dry off
Our rheumatism and migraines
Strokes in the temple, are
Questioning us patiently
We've been bonded on such an exhausting excursion,
Can we get off and plant our corpses
In the hyacinth garden?
- Author: CoffeeRoller ( Offline)
- Published: August 3rd, 2023 23:16
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was translated on my own from its Chinese version that I wrote first. (Actually 'Für Friedrich' is the Germanic version of the former Chinese name "致弗里德里希") It's quite a cynical work and a little bit immature but it kind of reflects my mental states during the pandemic, under the pressure of entrance examinations and a body issue. Also, I love the rhymes I made. So finally I decide to check the translation I did earlier, modify the wording & grammar mistakes and publish it. I think it's already OK for a non-native speaker.
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