◎ 《Further》 (阅读421次)
《Further》
What's in their eyes
Thick and heavy as glue?
Phone calls at night
Between one railroad and another
Wihtout any wrinkles
A still long night before the cruel daybreak
Horizon:
Many people
In black clothes
Are standing on
The other side of the lake
There's the blue mark.
All of a sudden
I got a fever
I’m flowing
In a bumpy sorrounding
Breaks and groans
Interwining on the indubitable kyte
Like a small pascal.
Four dimensional space
And three dimensional time
Are non-existing.
There's only water flowing down
And a seeming another yard
Dawn starts from today
We eat peaches and read
Once there was thick mist
In the phenomenon of raising eyelids
On the curves of the night.
Friday to Monday
Dihiscent caves
With hot narrow path beneath
Fast music rocks like
Waves spreading and jumbling
Stradled legs
Wandering from here to there
With breath being held
People digged out from shadows
In accordance with photic geometry
Are flourishing foliage
Unbelievable delusion aroused by echoes
Which slightly staggered their bodies
Are holding in one’s hands.
He is growing
Far beyond the body
And so unconciously
To end here
Or to start here
Topics are warm
To wave is dangerous
And to die is an accident
Someone woke up
And escaped under the clouds
It is not odd.
When the sun set
And the traffic was heavy
Leave this alone
Now here
Two people share a window
And in his eyes there's a sheet of mirror
Which reflects her
Making writing visible
The repeated face
Lingers between us
How stimulative it is!
I am transparent--
Too close to be clear
And too far for you
To intervene
I understand this
Just like being in a game.
A cigarette burned to fingers
And this became so small in an instant
I should have written like this:
On the edge
The invisible man
Slight sparkles
And bird flock unwilling to extinguish
Are in the meeting
An insensitive face of ashes
Is shone bright.
So what?
Moths are resting on the glass
And cuts on the face
Intermittently
Shadows and light--
Voiceless telegraph of the world
Distance
Loneliness
Terminal
Coat and the moon.
Struggling and wandering
I have only ten years to live
But never think sorrowly of
Childhood, when I asked for the light in bells
And genderless bats
Divided strange dreams into two
I made a mess in the mosquito net
Which are symptoms of imagination.
Year after year
I am I
And history, for the sake of frogs and the night,
Built walls of coldness
I know that
Frogs are also some kind of night
Secret response
Uncovered beauty of melancholy
Oh Oh Oh, take me, as an example
I have itchy palms
And sparkling red tongue
Which looks like gost fire in the pub
Square
Becomes parallehexagon
And then cube
Is a process of contagion in pervasion.
Eh,
Just like I’m fond of saying October as
-- month of loss
What is the pulky sphere’s
Forky stems
What is he became old
And walked off from his portrait after death
What will happen around you?
Time of break?
Rebellion of the mirror?
Or burning bodies
Speaking in the rain.
It is the ethyne that
Fell ill
And there’s nothing dangerous of it
Bitterness is negative
At midnight expression and yearning extend
When yearning extends
What are you expect to see?
Half on the way
By the elm tree
A cat is eating the frog
Person bloomed with white flowers is me
Not you--
Who is train-toxicated and constrained.
I love the rich and varied nights of predictors
The voice of football analyst in my mind
Rising and falling
Raindrops making loud sounds
Like some details in slight sickness
‘There’s wind upstairs
He woke up
A shoe was lying in the middle of the room’
Throughout the night, sweating?
What does it mean
Heat rises gradually
And ladders appear in imago
I guess it is an oval noun
made of paper.
I can just say that
He needs an engine everyday
To inform me anytime
Oh, black stripes
Like the comma
Or the note of admiration
I imagined it as
Water drips from the tap
I say ‘dripping, dripping’
If it drips into middle age
It is so smooth
So stagnant reality if.
2009.10.3 tr. Sang Lan
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