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白露

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节气的催逼是明摆着的——
天,说凉就凉了。
想出大汗得多骑好几里地,
得挑桥多的路段,得拼命上坡,得不惜逆风
走上一段回头路。

凉意曾千金难买。
一到白露,突然变得过剩——
落日的马蹄铁,
一经小泖港的凉水淬火,
很快变得又薄又锋利。

远处高铁像一把更加锋利的裁纸刀
裁开薄暮的生宣。
尖锐、发脆,
不容迟疑的声音迥异于夏日——
夏日曾经那么悠长。

此时过江的鸟群
看上去像一把随风而起的纸屑——
凉意已经不局限于触觉。
一张支棱在防波堤上的空洞罾网所筛过的时间,
统一呈菱形,而且幽蓝。


WHITE DEW*

by Xi She
 
The next climate phase is pushing hard——
the weather turns cold as we speak.
To work up a sweat,
one must ride a good many miles,
choose a route with bridges and uphill terrain,
and welcome the head winds,
and even walk a section on the way back.
 
Before, you could not buy coolness for a fortune;
come White Dew, and cool becomes too much——
the setting sun drops like a horse shoe;
once it dips into the cold water of Xiao Mao Harbor,
it will be tempered and become thin and sharp.
 
In the distance, the high-speed train seems sharper even,
like a paper knife, slicing through the thin veil of twilight.
Penetrating, brittle,
impatient, unlike the ones in summer——
the summer that was once so long and drawn out.
 
Crossing the river now is a flock of birds,
looking like confetti cast in the wind ——
Coolness is not purely in a touch.
Along a stretch of the breakwater,
an empty fishnet left standing is sifting time
into diamond shapes of sapphire blue.
 
Note:
*White Dew is an interval of the Chinese solar cycle which begins around early September.
Translated by Duck Yard Lyricists
Duck Yard Lyricists is a group of devoted poetry lovers: Meifu Wang, Peter Micic, Michael Soper & Johan Ramaekers.

本诗由 PATHSHARERS BOOKS(美国同道出版社)
Duck Yard Lyricists 
提供翻译


柿子

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秋实之于口舌的的极致方式
是啜吸而非咬啮

比如柿子,秃枝上的一滴巨大蜂蜜
膨胀着秋天所能供给的
高纯度的甜与光明正大的诱惑

它接受你的啜吸,但拒绝羞辱
——由轻佻的拿捏所催生的鄙俗俚语
对一只在秋风中
盈满诚实甜汁的柿子而言
几乎是不可原宥的恶意

那些假审美之义肆意挑剔的目光
也非一只柿子所需

它无限膨胀几近爆破的甜
只需要你的倾心一啜——
即便是一只鸟雀的啄食
也将帮助它完成自己
完成对日月天地的以德报德


Persimmon
by Xi She 

The decorum of treating the tongue to an autumn fruit
is sucking, not biting and chewing,

such as a persimmon, a great drop of honey on a bald branch,
swelling with what autumn can provide,
pure sweetness and an overt temptation.

It accepts your sucking, but refuses humiliation
——no wanton pinching or squeezing with lewd puns,
which, to the one in the autumn wind,
the persimmon that has nothing other than purity and sweetness,
is considered an almost unforgivable malice;

the leering eyes of false flattering glances
are not what a persimmon wants.

Almost bursting with sweetness, you adore
its voluptuousness with a heartfelt sip.
Even a sparrow's pecking
will help it realize itself, reciprocating
the goodness of the sun, the moon, heaven and earth.
 
Translated by Duck Yard Lyricists
Duck Yard Lyricists is a group of devoted poetry lovers: Meifu Wang, Peter Micic, Michael Soper & Johan Ramaekers.

2019.12.22中国诗歌网


印象:淮海公园法桐下的片刻恍惚

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城市中心。午后。突然回暖的暮秋气温
高耸法桐。落叶。水泥地上干燥的摩擦频仍
圆形木条椅。木然的老妇人

和朗声攀谈的老妇人。阳光在她们脸上
抹着并不均匀的色调,明暗的对比却又如此分明
落寞和绘声绘色的表情,各自生动莫测

十步之外黝黑的城雕,泛着铜色光泽的局部关节
和器官。秋色在它们身上并不稍作停留
跌跌宕宕流向街景。街景喧哗,似慢,而快——

片刻恍惚:湍急刹那凝固,喧哗刹那寂静
秋色在街对面的橱窗和玻璃幕墙里
复制叠印,陡然垂直而形成不可探索的景深

“城市之美如此耸峙,即使在热烈的阳光下也不可
轻易抵达,”飘过城市的诗人喃喃自语
“而挽臂的爱人发鬓,拂动着开阔悠远的田园秋色……


The Impression: A Moment Trance under the Planetree in Huaihai Park

Text by Xi She                       Translated by Translator

The central of the city in the afternoon sunshine. The sudden warmer temperature in the late autumn.
The towering planetree and the fallen leaves. The dry rubbing on the cement ground occurs frequently 

The long log chair. The stupefied old ladies


And the loudly chatting old ladies. The sunshine is smearing on their faces
Uneven colors, the comparison of light and darkness is so sharp 

The expressions, solitary or lively, are respectively so vivid, cannot be imagined

A few feet apart, the black statue, its joints and the organs shining the copper luster
The colors of autumn stay not a little while on them 

But flow to the streets in a bold rhythm. The scene seems full of noisy movements, slow or quick

A little while trance: the rush stops suddenly, and so the noise
The autumn colors are copied and reflected in the show windows and on the glass walls
Across the street, forming a vertical and unfathomable scenic depth

The beauty of the city stands so high not to arrive under the radiant sunshine
Easily, the poet murmurs, floating across the city
But the hair on the temples of lovers, arm in arm, strokes the autumn colors on the wide and remote fields 
……

 


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