思妇

作者：袁婵

爸爸，你今天

又回来晚了

白色的狗吃掉了你

一半生活的清醒

你说你不想吵架

你关上门

沙发不在家，家里

没有妈妈

他多么像你

爸爸

冰箱贴着待办事件

电话无声，狗在呼吸

它看着我，我也看着我

你既在，又不在

爸爸——我们的餐桌

也是这样的灯吧

你曾在归还我的时间中

拥抱我，在永恒的白昼里

凝望我，他多么像你

爸爸，也会把云朵盛满饭碗

每道菜都是四月的杜鹃

而我在秋天

既想，又不想

爸爸，他像你

醉酒的人转过身

背上爬满火红的蚂蚁

如果十年前你没有

走进那条深深深深的隧道

我是不是不会在这里等他

爸爸

the abandoned woman

translated by PLS

father, today you

came back late again

the white dog had eaten up 

half of your life’s sense

you said you didn’t want to argue

you shut the door

the sofa was not home, there was

no mother

how he resembled you

father

to-do list sticky notes on the fridge

telephone silent, the dog is breathing

watching me, I watch myself

you’re both there, and not there

father — our dining table

there was also a lamp like this

you once hugged me in the time

that was given back to me, in the eternal daytime 

staring at me, how he resembled you

father, he would fill the bowl with clouds too

every dish is the azaleas of April

yet I was in the Autumn

both missing, and not missing

father, he resembled you

the drunk who turned around

flaming ants over his back

if ten years ago you did not

walked into that deep deep tunnel

would I not then be here waiting for him

father

遗忘

翻译：诗验室

远处隐约可见的潮

落在匿名的

阁楼

一阵阵欢笑

或者哭泣

结晶成

泪珠

苦楚等同于

我们忆起的忧伤

那晚用一只眼

我看见了一个王朝。

Oblivion

by Evvy

Looming tides from afar

Fall on anonymous 

Attics

Bursts of laughter 

Or cry

Crystallize into 

Teardrops 

Bitterness equals 

The sentiment we recall 

With one eye 

I saw a dynasty that night.

它不会降临

作者：李曼旎

它不会降临在夏日，绝望的

相同的死期。在见到你的

第一面，我所记得的所有

只剩下我的季节。那里有着

致死般炎毒的空气，流放

的鱼群散发出香味，回不来的人

反复叩着门，他们所说的神迹

其实和任何一块血糊糊的宝石

都没有区别，所有能被命运

取代的东西，都不再是我的结局。

三月适合埋葬，四月适合祈祷，

而困厄的五月适合什么？是注定的

死亡让我有希望，在破碎的

眼睑上，看见相似的蔷薇花盛开。

It Will Not Descend

translated by PLS

It will not descend on a summer’s day, hopeless

same day of death. Upon our

first encounter, all I could recall

was my seasons. There the air

incurably toxic, deported

fish oozing a pleasant smell, those un-returnable  

knocking on the door over and over again, the miracle

they mentioned was no different to any

bloody diamond, those interchangeable

with fate, are no longer my ending.

March is good for burials, April for praying,

and for what is the distressed May? It’s the predestined

death that gives me hope, over broken

eyelids, of seeing the blooming of indistinguishable roses.

思绪

翻译：诗验室

我们已迷失方向

          急促走

        向未来而不

考虑现在

过去    我们共同的辉煌。

知识可以治愈

但是无人愿意

承认

过去的债

人们

祖先 所有的

过来人。

我们除了索取索取索取

别无作为

根本没有考虑到给自己和身体

所造成的伤害。

我们的信仰

乱七八糟。

我们的生活面目全非树

被强行拔起连根带土然后我们

消失无踪一如困住的牛奶变酸

凝结蜕变又丑又黄

然后从此

一去不复返。

Thoughts

by Shirani Rajapakse

We have lost our way

hurrying

towards the future with no

consideration for the present

the past the glories we shared.

There is healing in knowledge

but no one wants

to acknowledge

debts to the past

the people

the ancestorsall those

who came before.

We’ve done nothing but

take take take

without a thought to the damage to our selves,

our bodies.

Our beliefs turned

upside down.

Our lives torn out trees

wrenched out roots and all and we

perish like stale milk turning sour

curdling changing ugly yellow

then gone

forever.