Bilingual Readings of Autumn '24 Issue

降 E 大调夜曲*

作者：罗帆

黑夜垂下泪。像个老妇人娓娓道来：

我恨我的天生与不美丽

我恨我寥廓的苍穹被人所知甚少

我恨我的明天又将苍白

我恨我的圆缺时时被云雾围绕

我恨我痴心的爱

我更恨我的无边无际

时常令自己看不见摸不着。

今晚的夜曲，低沉地在林间回荡……

我这个凡间的幽灵，该作何回答？

我连恨、厌倦，哪怕热爱的事物

都如此渺小。然而刺的针孔

扎向自我时又庞大得明朗而坚定。

我无法回答，唯以看不见摸不着的拥抱

忘却恨，遗漏爱，在黑夜的地板上来回布道。

nocturne in e flat major*

translated by PLS

night weeps. like an old lady who recounts relentlessly:

i hate being inherently unattractive

i hate being scarcely known for my vast sky

i hate my tomorrow that will pale again

i hate my ups and downs constantly shrouded in mists and clouds

i hate my infatuations

i hate my boundlessness even more

which often tends to blind me

the nocturne tonight, reverberating inaudibly in the forest…

as a ghost in this mortal world, how should i respond?

the things i hate, dislike, even those i am passionate about

are so small. yet when the needle of a thorn 

stabs me they become enormously clear and determined

i cannot respond, only to forget about hate and love

with invisible hugs, preaching to and fro on the floor of the night.

缺席

翻译：诗验室

那只在夏日阳光下眨眼的小雪鸟，

对这些光措手不及

边飞边闪烁着

以及你清晨的睫毛

当太阳洒入瓶中

劈开千格玻璃

睡眠揪着你的踝

轻拽着，丝毫不放。

城外那片细软的绿草

扭成一处的杂草越长越稠，缀着

出走的野花

再远一些，以神圣的脚步跃走的山头

以及你涌着自信的发根

一种四处伸展之物

野蛮奔跑的生长

公寓楼的亲吻之角

清瘦之火自爱人所倚之处逃离

粉饰于他们的身形中

淡蓝色且泛着红晕

以及你的嘴同样的亲吻之角

微笑中拴着的雨点

火力全开的太阳

以及被它擒走的注意力

夜里风的低吟

山里咬紧牙关的酷寒

城里气喘吁吁的热

你走时空荡的呼吸

还未回答的问题

她一辈子都在问

你的缺席不会被注意

你的缺席不会将世界一分为二

仿佛没有任何快乐而言

没有爱，没有友谊，没有祝福，

没有风，没有山，没有呼吸，

没有太阳，没有吻，没有杂草

没有花，没有坡，没有休息

没有缺席，

没有。

没有值得注意的。

Absence

by Laura Romig

The baby snowbird who blinks in summer sun, 

unprepared for all that light

Flitting and twinkling

And your eyelashes in the early morning

When the sun streams in the glass 

And splinters through a thousand pieces

And sleep is grasping at your ankles

Tugging soft, persistent.

The roll of soft grass outside the city

Scraggled weeds that grow thick, dotted with runaway wildflowers

Way out, hills that bound away in divine leaps  

And the roots of your hair rippling with sureness

The wild running growth

Of a thing that moves in all directions.

And the kissing corners of apartment towers

The wiry fire escapes where lovers lean

Stuccoed in their portraits

Baby blue and blushing

And those same kissing corners of your mouth

Little raindrops pinning in a soft smile

The sun in all its radiance

And heads that turn to watch.

And the hush of winds at night,

Bitter cold biting in the mountains and

hot, breathy in the city.

The empty breath when you go,

the unanswered question

she spends her whole life asking.

Your absence wouldn’t be noticed.

Your absence would rip the world in two

In a way that would leave no joy,

no love, no friendship, no blessings,

no wind, no mountains, no breath,

no sun, no kisses, no weeds,

no flowers, no slopes, no rest,

no absence,

no.

Nothing worth noticing.

焦距

作者：朴杪

为留白而交错，

凋落热烈而消极。

剪影趋近沉闷底座时，

脱节的一瞬，

似风中静止的风车。

大地渐变为鱼，

搁浅于自身。

涓涓尘沙灌溉出烦闷。

如何借视线模仿

窒息与腥气、

剥落的鳞。

多年来，云是遮眼布。

我伸手向天空摸索

系在脑后的结。

focal lengths

translated by PLS

interweave for blank space

the withering warm and passive.

as silhouettes approach the sullen base

the moment of disjointing

is like the silent windmill in the wind

the earth fades into a fish

stranded on itself

trickles of dust watered into ennui

how to imitate the suffocation

the stink and the fallen 

scales with sight

for years, clouds are a blindfold

i stretch my hands to the sky groping for

the knot bound to the back of my head

our years added up

by W.M. Butler

if i could shed you like skin leave the last of you to blister in the sun a husk of my time spent exposed to the elemental cost of our years added up

there would still be the rain bleeding smudges of neon on the streets beneath the taxi’s tires the threading of my fingers beneath your dress your breath snared in the thrust of my collar bone 

we alone in this world understand the tragic mistake of falling in love with each other the knowledge that anyone we touch afterwards will be a shadow of a shadow of what we did to each other’s bodies the traces we left on the other’s mind 

we cannot be dulled by tides or distance or a new love that will not burn us like we burned when blue eyes sparked in a future city that was already lost 

when we arrived.

我们共度的时间

翻译：诗验室

如果我可以像皮肤一样蜕掉你任最后一片你在阳光下发疱我暴露于我们共度的时间之沉重代价中虚度的光阴之壳

街头将会有淌血的雨出租车轮胎下霓虹斑斑你的裙下我来回游走的手指你戳着我锁骨的呼吸

这世上只有我们清楚陷入恋爱的悲剧性错误知道此后与我们沾染的任何人都将是我们给彼此身体造成的阴影的一个阴影我们在对方大脑中留下的印记

我们无法因潮汐或距离或一段无法像我们刚抵达一座早已迷失的未来之城时碧眼一亮那样燃烧我们的新爱情

而变得麻木。

斗门

作者：帕凡

带着高原沉吟的脸

我经过这里

触碰一些举自往昔

尚未黯淡的目光

临写简单的字眼:

心应的海浪、窗和远山

凝望中凝结的弧线

没有重量

但真实可辨的

时间的尾迹

这些微明的构成

有时扩展为较大的云层

一切清晰或模糊摇动的影子

都由此消释吧

一年，五年

窗中的浮木退入深冬

山的脉搏在众多边缘停泊

陌生的奇迹

总是不远不近

doumen

translated by PLS

with the muttering face of the plateau

i walk by this place

running into a few looks from the past

though not yet bleak

copying a few simple words:

the gratifying waves, windows and distant mountains

the arcs frozen in the gaze

has no weight

but real identifiable

traces of time

these glimmering compositions

sometimes expand into larger clouds

let all clear or blearily swaying shadows

disappear from here

one year, five years from now

the driftwood in the window will retreat into winter

the pulsing of the mountains moored at numerous borders

and strange miracles 

never distant nor close