Three Days Diary-Three Beauties/Interpretation of Science Fiction Poems [1] Zhuang Zhou Mengdie?

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The incurable plural army/ One

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The article is translated using Google Translator. Please forgive me for many deviations!

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Species 三天日记/科幻诗/三美不足解读

Species Three Days Diary/Science Fiction Poetry/Three Beauties

The third speaker is tense in academic work, and temporarily compiled and typeset by the first speaker. The three-day diary for these days will be compiled by the first speaker.
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The first part of the interpretation

I can’t stand it anymore. This time we understand the excerpt of this confusing and even funny translation!

what am I turning quietly and fast
in the great I am, I am here
I am bristling and crusted stripped and pocked
I am teeming and meaning what am I meaning —
where did I come from what cupped me a whole
my core and my aura where rockets burn through
my poles and my gibbons my beautiful girth
I’m rolling round tundra and steppes and snow
I’m playplace and gut, retina, sisal and gold —
Sarah Westcott, 2012, Where Rockets Burn Through: Contemporary Science Fiction Poems from the UK
膨胀的被充斥的我,自信且坚定 —
我是乐土,脏腑,瞳孔,剑麻和金子 —