中外诗歌每月优选（中英文对照）

中外诗歌每月优选（中英文对照）

《语文观止》从十月开始，将会每月推出一期中外诗歌选(随机选择，以便呈现一种平等、民主的立场）。配译文（中译与英译）。这一期推选的几位诗人，有的是在政治抒情当代性表现上比较突出的，如黄亚洲；有的是在散文诗领域有较长写作年龄的诗人，且是这个领域中的先锋，如周庆荣，灵焚。有的是在国外崭露头角的诗者，如几内亚比绍的吉赛拉等；有的是在现代主义阵营对当代中国诗人有过突出影响的诗人，如美国诗人狄金森。有的是诗歌上比较有造诣但在诗坛并不太活跃的诗者，如沈秋唯，寿劲草等。我们选择这些诗人的作品，并不具有什么特定的评选规则，而是希望将一种先锋语言带到现场，同时，我们认为诗人是相对独立的人类，也就是在精神上显示为一种独特空间氛围的人类。这句话，曾经在女诗者王尔碑那里反映为：诗人要写出与现实时空不同的诗歌来。如果一首诗写出来，你读了它，还感觉在现实里，那这首诗就不是好诗。——我们很认同这种观点。诗人是乌托邦制造者，如果不能用语言制造独特的时空，那就不是诗人。此外，在这种乌托邦里，我们认为诗人多多少少是颓废的。我们认为令人振作是革命之需，而精神之休憩，则需要相对桃源，甚至也不妨“跨掉主义”。这个观点，可能与世人奋发向上的雄心不符，不过，如果你能从下列诗中得到精神的安慰，或者受到诗人的讽刺(我们假设这是当代诗歌的常规功能）而欲投入一种主义的战斗，那么，这就是诗歌存在的意义。

——语文观止

From the beginning of the October of 2022, The vision of Language will issue several poems (by randomly selection to reflect a certain of equality and democracy) written by Chinese and foreign poets once a month, accompanied with translated works( include mainly Chinese and English). the poets of this issue, some are strikingly on the contemporary political lyricism , such as Huang Yazhou; some are practiced poets ,even the pioneer on the realm of prose poem, such as Zhou Qingrong, Linfen; some are poets which be newly brought to the fore in resent years,such as Gizella from Guinea-Bissau; some are poets that impressed the contemporary Chinese poets more strikingly in modernism realm, such as the America poet Dickinson; some are experienced poets but not too active in the circle of poem, such as Shen Qiuwei, Shou Jincao. We choose these works , not in terms of any special rules of selection, but to bring the most advanced languages to the site, meanwhile, we tend to regard that poets are relatively the independent human,namely present as a kind of human with peculiar space atmosphere in their mentality. this sentence have its other form in female poet Wang Erbei’s words: poets should write out poems of which reflected time and space that different from the the reality . If you feel still in the reality after reading a poem, then the poem like thus may isn’t a good poem.------we agree with such thoughts. Poets are the producer of Utopia, if they can not build a special time and space with language, they are surely not the real poets. Moreover, in such Utopia form , we are incline to think that it is more or less reflected the decadence of poets. We think that what featured by inspiring is the need of revolution, however to the need for rest of mentality, are relatively in need of Arcadia world,even need for “Beat Generation”. This point of view may not accordance with the secular world’s will of striving for advance. Nonetheless, if you get the comfort from the following poems, or commit yourself to a certain battle with certain doctrine after being satirized by the poets with their poems( we suppose it is a normalization function of poetry in nowadays), that would be the meaning of the existing of poetry.

——Vision of Language

The Lily

Author: Casimiro GiZella

Today , I saw the lily on the field

Maybe they were not lilies

Maybe I have never been to the field

Nonetheless, have I today

Seen the lilies on the field exactly

百合花

作者： 【非】卡西米罗●吉赛拉

今天我看见了田野上的

百合花

或许它们并不是百合花

或许我并没有来到田野

然而，我今天

真的见到田野上的百合花

When watering the horse

Author: Robert Bly

How subtle it is to think over giving up

all the ambitions

Suddenly, so distinctly that I see

the white flake of snow!

which have just floated down to the mane

饮马

作者：【美】罗伯特●勃莱

考虑放弃所有的野心是多么奇妙

突然，我清楚地看见

一朵刚刚飘落在马鬃上的

洁白的雪花

Men Who Are Collecting Lotus Roots

Author: Zhou Qingrong

Nine hundred years ago, a cutting class of the water from Yellow Liver, made the flood plain of Hanjia Marshes converged varieties of mucks .

Just at the time of autumn equinox, billions of flowers and leaves surrendered to the whether of late autumn.

Men who undertake collecting lotus roots, with a water cannon in hand, to wash away the soft mud, the long lotus roots in the sunshine then present and give off their fascinating lights.

The lotus leaves, flowers, and the seed pods of lotus, which enriched the beauty of the summer day.

Men who undertake collecting lotuses roots look at the lotus roots ranged in sequence, while standing on the fields bank.

These lotus roots! Which have been encouraged with each other in the mud to grow upward. If one section was not enough, then to generate another section , several sections later, their persistence in the mud would therefore get its consequence of having a chance to see the sky.

Are the capability, strength, and the character with inflexible will , doomed to experience the test of the mud?

Men who engage in collecting lotus roots put on their long rubber boots, to pick the lotus roots out of the pond.

Their arms with bronze are , raising the long lotus roots up.

All arms then like forests momentarily.

“This is the lotus roots’ power.”

“Also are the gains of men who collected them.”

采藕人

作者：周庆荣

九百年前，黄河水的一次“逃学”，让韩家荡所在的冲击平原汇聚了众土之土。

秋分时节，亿万花叶归顺于晚秋的气候。

采藕人手握高压水枪，冲去荷池中松软的泥土，长长的藕身在秋阳的照耀下，发出玉一样迷人的光芒。

荷叶、荷花、莲蓬，它们丰富了夏日之美。

采藕人站在田埂上，看着藕有序地排列。

这些藕呀，互相鼓励着在泥土中向前生长。一节不够，就再长一节，几节之后，它们在泥土中默默的坚持就有了获见天日的结果。

能力、实力与品格的坚毅，要经过淤泥的考验？

采藕人穿上橡胶长靴，从荷池中起藕。

他们古铜色的手臂举着长长的藕。

一时间，手臂如林。

“这是藕的力量。”

“也是采藕人在秋天应该享有的收获。”

The Hill Zulou (selected from :Feeling involved in Zhuji city)

Author: Huang Yazhou

I came to see the hill Zulou, not for Li Bai had ever written the poem Chant For The Hill Zulou.I came only for hands of Xishi that rises and falls in the time river under the hill Zulou.

Ripples in row by row that caused by the waving hand of Xishi, is a little bit better than the poetic lines wrote by Li Bai. At least , I think so.

Still, on the hill, I see the ramie in crowds, still be the vivid green which from two thousand years ago. Oh, which pair of hands waved out the yarn, whose hands still be washing the yarn, which group of fish have sank into the bottom of the river by shame? Oh, if no ramie on the hill, no ramie under the hill, no water sounded with “ding ding dong dong”, how could this fate of Xishi make Fan Li to listen to it?

The hill Zulou, an iron weight featured by stocky and honest, weighed out the weight of the beauty which was ranked 1st of the world, the weight of the nation Yue, Wu, and the weight of conspiracy, of Spring and Autumn period which had no fair fights within.

I came here to reread the scale of history. I see that , the hill Zulou is still on the iron weight of history, to keep the balance of the water levels of the world.

I also see that , the floods which dashed ever to the sky be involved into the palace, usually because of that original raw of the ripple, because of that snowy white arms of the unrivalled beauty .

苎萝山

作者： 黄亚洲

不是因为李白写了《咏苎萝山》，我才来看苎萝山。我只为苎萝山下，起起落落，西施那双浣纱的手。那双手漾开的一行行涟漪，略胜李白的一行行诗句。起码，我是这样认为的。依旧，在山上，看见了一群一群的苎麻，依旧是两千五百年前的碧绿。哦，是哪双手纺出了纱线，哪双手还在浣纱，哪群鱼羞得沉到了河底？哦，没有山上的苎麻，没有山下的浣纱，没有叮叮咚咚的水声，又如何让范蠡谛听西施的命运？苎萝山，一只墩墩实实的秤砣。一称，就称出了天下第一美女的分量、越国的分量、吴国的分量、阴谋的分量、春秋无义战的分量！我今天就是来重读历史刻度的。我看见，苎萝山继续在历史的秤杆上，为天下水位保持平衡。我也看见，卷进宫殿的滔天洪水，很多时候就是因了最初的那一行涟漪，因了绝色女子那一双起起落落的雪白的手臂。

The Factory Glass

Author: Ouyang Jianghe

1.

From seeing to seeing, only glass between them

From face to face

They couldn’t be seen as they were isolated

The substance is not transparent in the glass

The whole factory of glass is a great eyeball

labour is the most dark part of it

Its daytime is flickering at the core of things

Things persist with original tears

Like birds stick to the shadow in the pure light

Withdraw the light in the manner of the darkness, then contribute

Everywhere is the place of which the glass possessed

The glass has not been itself ,but a certain spirit

Like everywhere is occupied by airs, the air near to be none-existent

2.

It’s the sea that near the factory

Recognition of the water is the knowledge of glass

Solidifying,cool, and easy to be smashed

These are the price of the transparency

And the transparency is a certain mystical language which

Make the waves visible

To say, I had split from it when I spit it out

Separated from the cups, tea tables,dressing mirror,all of these

Special, substances by batch production. However

I was again encompassed by the substances and placed myself in it

Life was full of desire.

And language spilled out , exhausted, before being transparent

The language is the flying, namely

Being empty to empty, spacious to spacious

And lightning to lightning

So vast skies are beyond the body of the flying birds

Although, the shadow of a lonely bird

May lightly scrape against the sea level

Something scraped the glass, which is lighter

than the shadow, Deeper than the incision, and more difficult

to be transcended than the edge of knife

Gap is invisible.

玻璃工厂

作者： 欧阳江河

1

从看见到看见，中间只有玻璃。

从脸到脸

隔开是看不见的。

在玻璃中，物质并不透明。

整个玻璃工厂是一只巨大的眼珠，

劳动是其中最黑的部分，

它的白天在事物的核心闪耀。

事物坚持了最初的泪水，

就象鸟在一片纯光中坚持了阴影。

以黑暗方式收回光芒，然后奉献。

在到处都是玻璃的地方，

玻璃已经不是它自己，而是

一种精神。

就像到处都是空气，空气近于不存在。

2

工厂附近是大海。

对水的认识就是对玻璃的认识。

凝固，寒冷，易碎，

这些都是透明的代价。

透明是一种神秘的、能看见波浪的语言，

我在说出它的时候已经脱离了它，

脱离了杯子、茶几、穿衣镜，所有这些

具体的、成批生产的物质。

但我又置身于物质的包围之中，

生命被欲望充满。

语言溢出，枯竭，在透明之前。

语言就是飞翔，就是

以空旷对空旷，以闪电对闪电。

如此多的天空在飞鸟的躯体之外，

而一只孤鸟的影子

可以是光在海上的轻轻的擦痕。

有什么东西从玻璃上划过，比影子更轻，

比切口更深，比刀锋更难逾越。

裂缝是看不见的。

If living in the Ancient Time

Author: Zai Yongming

In the ancient time, I had to behave as follow

To write to you, but didn’t know

Where would we meet for the next time

Now, I am filling your mailbox with constellation

They are all the Five-stroke typeface

They stand up to running for you

They are parking at someplace of the sky

Though I don’t care.

In the ancient time, the green mountains existed

Severely. When green waters fell over at his feet

For having drunk

We knew we would meet again only because

we saluted each other with hands folded

Now ,you are flying in the sky to and fro

The constellations are running full of the sky

I feel likely touched on the raw nerve while

Meeting you. They are like uncountable patches

When go to intercept and rob a blue screen

However they are not hysterical at all

In the ancient period , how many poems would people create

for finally becoming a Taoist priest? Passed through the wall

and air, again through a cup of liquor Zuyeqing

to seize you.

In most of time

They were hurt with their head broken and bleeding

Fell down to the ground being incapable to stand up

Now , you are dialing a phone number

It emitted thousands of smells

It has filled with somebody’s scent

When a certain part of her body goes trembling

The whole world will quiver too

But in the ancient times, we didn’t behave as that

We only rode horses side by side, and would walk

dozens of miles . when earrings rang,

You gave me a subtle smile, and then

We both lowered our heads, while another

Dozens of miles past.

在古代

作者：翟永明

在古代，我只能这样

给你写信，并不知道

我们下一次

会在哪里见面

现在，我往你的邮箱

灌满了群星

它们都是五笔字型

它们站起来，为你奔跑

它们停泊在天上的某处

我并不关心

在古代，青山严格地存在

当绿水醉倒在他的脚下

我们只不过抱一抱拳，彼此

就知道后会有期

现在，你在天上飞来飞去

群星满天跑

碰到你，就像碰到疼处

它们像无数补丁，去堵截

一个蓝色屏幕

它们并不歇斯底里。

在古代，人们要写多少首诗?

才能变成崂山道士，穿过墙

穿过空气，

再穿过一杯竹叶青

抓住你。

更多时候，他们头破血流，倒地不起

现在，你正拨打一个手机号码

它发送上万种味道

它灌入了某个人的体香

当某个部位颤抖，全世界都在颤抖

在古代，我们并不这样

我们只是并肩策马，走几十里地

当耳环叮当作响，你微微一笑

低头间，我们又走了几十里地

The Rose Did Caper on Her Cheek

Author:Dikinson

The rose did caper on her cheek

Her bodice rose and fell

Her pretty speech--like drunken men

Did stagger pitiful

Her finger fumbled at her work

Her needle would not go

What ailed so smart a little Maid

It puzzled me to know

Till opposite-- I spied a cheek

That bore another rose

Just opposite --another speech

That like the drunkard goes

A vest that like her Bodice,danced

To the immortal tune

Till those two troubled--little clocks

Ticked softly into one.

玫瑰在她的脸颊上跳跃

作者：【美】爱米莉●狄金森

玫瑰在她的脸颊上跳跃

她的紧身胸衣反复滑落

她悦耳的演讲--就像贵妃醉酒

跌跌撞撞，我见犹怜

她的手指在她的工作上笨嘴拙舌地支援

她的针锋相对不会消失

是什么在折磨这个聪明的小女仆

它困惑着我

直到相反的局面出现--我探察到另一边脸颊

正在打扰着另一朵玫瑰的脸颊

就是相反的，另一种演讲

像是醉酒的贵妃已然消失

一件马甲，就像她的紧身胸衣，

随着永恒的旋律，在跳舞

直到那两种被烦扰的--小时钟

轻柔地滴嗒转动着，合为一体。

Ideality

Author: Lingfen

One day, a townsman talked with me on the subject of ideality

He was going to make a lot of money no less than the number of which no more make him worry about the money in a very short time.

He had desired so much, it seems.

Actually, what he needed isn’t too much.

He needed only a little house near the water at the suburb. No more furniture than a bookcase and two desks. One for reading and writing, the other for drawing and calligraphy-creation. And two armchairs made up of vine, for accompanying the family numbers or friends to refresh spirit by closing eyes.

Of course, another need was a tea table made up of the ancient woods.and a few ceramic tea cups that made by himself. The tea pot would be made of pig iron of the Edo period. The window would have been set up by a certain minimalist, there would be no other decorates on the window, only the wood flame and white glasses.

He wanted to plant the bombax, pomegranate in the front courtyard, and to plant the weeping willow, crabapple,and the apple tree. “Don’t need too much, one is enough as for every sort of those plants. The bombax and pomegranate greet guests for me with passion, the drooping willow and the crabapple treat people with sincere and humility , only the apple tree belongs to myself, for my rest under the tree, for listening more and speaking less, also is this shade of the apple tree usually the place of sunbathing, without worrying about being hit by the universal gravitation, because I will not think of things whatever it is when I am sunbathing.”

He would spend most of his time in this house.

Sometime would go back to the Book of Poetry,sometime would pass through the Changan city, or stop in Bian Liang...

Of course , also would travel over the ancient Greek temples,the Arena, the Hanging Garden of the ancient Babylon... with spirit, as for Stonehenge of England, Leaning Tower of Italy, and the Pyramid of Egypt, the mouse of computer was going to replace him occasionally.

He would listen sporadically to “the Chirping Osprey, being on the islet of the river”, sometime would look at the scenery of “evening glows and the lonely duck to fly together, the autumn water and the sky being of the same colour”.

Friends would always come from the “thousands of rivers reflected with thousands of moons”, after saying good bye, they would leave in the background of the “ the morning breeze and the lingering moon at the side of the willow bank of river”

He wouldn’t plant the peach ,for the peach blossom is too coquettish and enchanting, therefore only a crystal-clear reservoir( which originally juxtaposed with words” the peach blossom”, see the poem of Li Bai :To Wang Lun) left for one ruler deep.

He would always be cleaning the cicadas which fell on the ground of the yard, those lives fed by the dew, are as long as the time on his fingertip, and as short as his literalness. As to those characters, People read it meanwhile forget it ,like the shadow with him, would always pass by the sunset, sneak into night, to benefit the world in silence.

Of course, he would also enter into the crowded street,to see people in their leisure time, with somewhat smile, and greeting mutually. The old retired man may not run a red light when walking across the road with children, but can let the pedestrian go first when he’s driving a car ready to cross the zebra marking...he would be liberal of his money to help others, he could pay the tuition for children which were deprived of education, he could also build batches of departments in city, to rent out to the students at a lower expense.

Stop! Come on! Why did his ideality go more and more details?

He said , it was a world that be paid by the money, his ideality needed certainly to start speaking from the money...his last idealism was hoping that no one would discuss the ideality like him.

Nevertheless, I am always considering about: suppose one day, will I earn that much money too , which should I go to purchase for ? The ideality or the remainder of my life?

理 想

有一天，城里人跟我谈理想。

他要在很短的时间里挣到很多钱，多到可以不为钱发愁。

他似乎要求太多。

其实，他的要求 并不多。

他只要一间在城市边缘临水的小屋，里面的家具只要书橱和两张书桌，一张用来读书写作，一张用来写字画画。还要两张单人藤沙发，用来陪着家人或朋友闭目养神、也可以用来休息。

当然还要一个旧木料做成的茶几，几个自己烧制的陶瓷茶杯。茶壶是江户时代的生铁材质，门窗是极简主义者帮忙装上的，窗上没有多余的装饰，只有木质框架和白玻璃。

他要在前院种木棉、石榴，后院种垂柳、海棠与苹果树。不要太多，各种一棵足矣。木棉、石榴为我热烈迎客，垂柳、海棠替我谦卑而真诚待人，只有苹果树归他自己，让自己在树下歇息，平日里多听少语。苹果树下，也是他经常晒太阳的地方，不再担心会被万有引力砸到脑门，因为晒太阳时他不准备思考什么。

绝大多数时间，他都在这间屋子里。

有时回到诗经，有时路过长安，或驻足汴梁……

当然也会偶尔神游古希腊神殿、古罗马竞技场、古巴比伦空中花园……至于英格兰巨石阵、比萨斜塔、尼罗河畔金字塔什么的，偶尔让鼠标代劳即可。

他还会偶尔听听“关关雎鸠，在河之洲”，有时看看“落霞与孤鹜齐飞，秋水共长天一色”。

朋友们总是从千江有水千江月中来，话别时，杨柳岸、晓风残月……

院里不种桃花，桃花妖媚惹事，只有清澈潭水一泓，深仅一尺。

他会经常打扫院子里洒落满地的蝉声，那些被露水喂饱的生命，与他指尖上的光阴一样悠长，与他的文字寿命一样短暂。那些文字，人们只会边阅读边忘却，像随身携带的影子，总是与斜阳擦身而过，潜入夜色，润物无声。

当然，他也会不时走进熙熙攘攘的街区。看到人们也都悠闲，脸上略带微笑，见面时都能相互致意。退休老人或许不会带着儿童闯红灯横穿马路，汽车在斑马线上让行人先通过。孩子走失时有人帮忙送回，老人跌倒了有人扶起。遇到什么天灾，他有能力慷慨解囊，他还能够为农村失学儿童支付学费，还能在城市里建造一批公寓，廉租给刚刚毕业的学生……

嗨，他的理想怎么越来越具体了呀！

他说，这个世界问题太多，他无法细数，往往顾此失彼。这是被金钱购买的时代，他的理想当然要从钱说起。许多问题本来用钱是无法解决的，但许多问题正是由于金钱引起的。当然，钱只是他的初步理想，他的终极理想，希望不要再有人像他这样谈论理想。

他的理想就是这些。他的钱就需要这么多，用很短时间能够挣到这么多就够了。

而我总在想：有一天，当我也能挣到这么多钱，用来购买理想还是购买剩余的时光？

Utopia Is Not on the Level Ground

Author: Su Kai

The categories as following is the journal of the academy

Like the lantern being hung, flickering, as if the first lantern Stone

Be dug out to the ground as a patch, as if without darkness

This room, together with the out world are also typing

At least on one side, being ensure the therapy of intelligence

Or the broadness of much Mediterranean, not casting a net

Contrarily, the diversity of covers ,are isolated by :the construction

Concentration, the limited form of the extreme pedant

Non- extrinsic, buzz word, have all reserved the valley

A certain type of rhythm, is concentrating on the vary of colour

Diligent, has no empty pose, though, the revolt from ego

Foreshadowed the cover of the sight on the other hand, desire

to reveal the history

乌托邦不在平地上

作者：苏楷

以下的栏目是学院的杂志，像挂上

灯笼，闪耀，如石头的第一盏

挖补在地面，好似没有黑暗

这房间，与外面 也进行着打字活动

一边，起码保证着智力的疗法

或许多地中海的广泛，并不是撒网

而封面的多样性，被结构：疏离了

集中，绝对学究的有限形式

非外在，使用词，都预留了峡谷

某种节奏型，专注于颜色的变化

勤勉，没有空姿势，即便，自我反抗

另一端铺垫了视界的封面，要揭示历史

Special Family Property

Author: Shen Qiuwei

Money can be used up

But the life of the earth is immortal

The young outlook easy to wither away

nevertheless the labor in the country

made the chimney smoke

constantly rise up without ceasing

This is my last property

Also be my first station of the poetry history

When the hard working, the water, the air,

and the sun

Produced chemical reactions

The ancestral characters make the poetic sentences

Emit radiance of the honor

This is my last property

One acre paddy field, for collecting

the inverted images of the cloud

Half acre of the mulberry field, for building

the splendid poems on it

Such richness couldn’t be imitated by

the space aliens

特别家产

作者：沈秋伟

钱会花光

而土地之生命绵长无限

容颜易凋落

而乡间劳作让炊烟绵绵不绝

这是我最后的家产

也是我诗歌史的始发站

当勤劳与水、空气、阳光发生化学反应

祖传品性让诗句 焕发荣光

这是我最后的家产

一亩水田， 可采撷云的倒影

半亩桑园， 可筑造锦绣诗篇

这样的富足令外星人无法效仿

Sounds of Nature

Author: Ludao

Let the golden sunshine go back home

It would be distant

But I ,only want to detain

the last thin wisp of the descending sun

With which I could do smearing

on your solemn forehead

Do not speak loudly, please

Let the languages’ noises

fade away like the time

need we only too

Being slowly melt into a clarified fairy tale

Embracing this pure warmness

An instant will be immortal

Also no need for decorates of the dream

those poems! are the poetic line of supremacy

They left only noble bloodlines

Just like the shadows of angels

Assiduously, meanwhile looking about

To sneak on the water in silence

having been involved in the illusion and subtle waves

Which caused by your eye’s touch

Will the fragrance be the same, as to go far away alone

天籁

作者：绿岛

让金灿灿的阳光回家吧

路途很远

而我， 只挽留最后的一缕余辉

小心翼翼地涂抹在你

肃穆的眉宇之间

请不要大声地说话好吗

让语言的聒噪

如同时光一样悄悄遁去

我们也只需

慢慢消融于一个澄明的童话之中

揽圣洁的温馨入怀

一瞬即是心的永恒

也无需梦的点缀

那可是些至尊至圣的诗行啊

它们只留下了高贵的血统

就像天使影子

殷勤而又有顾盼地在水面蹑足潜行

氤氲于你目光抚摸之后的幻梦与微澜之间

馨，也要独自去了远方

The Crow and the Moon

Author: Shou Jingcao

The entanglements of the black and the white

Do not mean going halves with each other

In which moment

The sky implemented the revolution by colour

I really don’t know

I have inspected the provocation of the crow

Just at the place a little bit higher than branches

It actually spent the wings which is bigger than its body

But it was unavailing

It’s black is too small, while the sky is too great

For I still have eyesight

I can always see the secrets ——

Under the roof

that have been concealed for long

Is the first star a sign?

It emerged in silence being attached on itself

And try its best to downplay the brightness

It’s logic of breaking away from the dark nights

Became unconsciously the excuse of an underdog

to shift the responsibility to the poetry

I understand a singlist’s

Enlightenment to the sunset

So should we define it on time level?

Mountains drove into a outline with a train

The problem is

How can I hold this point?

Cricket start to chirp

I feel the breeze are going through a loophole

And the moon suddenly begin to move

乌鸦和月亮

作者：寿劲草

黑与白的胶着

并不意味平分秋色，在哪一刻

天以颜色实现了革命

我真的不知道

我仔细观察过乌鸦的煽动

在比树枝高一点的地方

它的确花费了大过身体的翅膀

但它没有能耐

它的黑太小，天空太大

因为我还能看见

——在屋檐下

我总能看见一些隐瞒已久的秘密

第一颗星星是标志吗？

它贴着自己的沉默悄然出现

并刻意淡化亮度

它想闪开黑夜的逻辑

无意成为失意者推卸给诗歌的借口

我理解一个单身主义者

对落日的启蒙

那么在时间上作个界定吗

群山以一列高铁开进一个轮廓

问题在于

我怎么把握这个点呢。

蟋蟀开始鸣叫

我感受到微风在穿过一个漏洞

月亮突然开始行走

In the Darkness

Author: Dong Fanghao

I sit in the darkness

the murk permeated the air

Also in this black, liver makes sounds lightly

trees also are making voices of crack

through branches being broken

In fact, only a rivulet next to me

And a few trees with scales in disparity

The city retired into distance, lights of the stars

Hanging in the place which is higher and remoter

I just sit in the darkness silently

Having forgotten the fading of the time

I want to melt into the black at once

to be a part of it

If I close my eyes, namely I would

be the real darkness, even though the fire

become sparkles beside me

even a black horse come to flick its hoofs

Will I be still absolutely, the interior darkness

has been identified with the periphery

No more to emit the weak light of fire

For it will die out sooner or later

No more busying with a pose of horseman alike

The doughty back, is finally doomed to fall down to the ground

-----and now ,I have been deeply involved in the darkness

As though I am a statue.

在黑暗中

作者：东方浩

我坐在黑暗中间

黑暗弥漫在我的周围

河流还在黑暗中轻声喧响

树木也发出几声折断枯枝的声音

其实身边只是一条很小的河流

只是几棵大小不一的树

城市退隐在远处， 星辰的光

悬挂在更加高远的地方

我只是安静地坐在黑暗中

我已经忘记时间的流逝

我就要融入黑暗

成为黑暗的一部分

如果我闭上眼睛，就是一坨

真正的黑暗 即便有篝火在身边亮起来

即使有一匹黑马踢弹着蹄子

我也一丝不动 内部的暗与四周已经一体

不再发出微弱的火光 是光迟早总要熄灭

不再以骑手的姿势奔波

彪悍的背影，最后还得落到地上

现在我深陷黑暗之中 仿佛一座雕塑

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