天使之眼

翻译：诗验室

耐嚼而热情的眼神闻我

明快丝柔润滑的线

从月亮身上飘过

游着其粘稠的不快

往我的血液压气

我漫无目的的焦虑凝住

而你刻意且均匀的步伐

滑过并渗透我的魂

你的尘蒸发着我的裤子

如若有所思的叶子拍打着我

你是有着四爪的变形者

将我像预示般吞噬

一份本能沉默的祝祷

我崩塌我的内部漩涡

集体往前挪动

Eyes of an Angel

by Shawntaye M. Scott

Chewy, intense eyes smell me

brisk milky, silky threads

float on through the moon

swimming its gooey fury

lowering vapors on my blood.

My aimless anxiety freezes

as your calculated kindred steps

glide and permeate my psyche.

your dust evaporating my pants

whisking me as wistful leaves.

A shapeshifter on four paws

you engulfed me as a presage

a benediction of visceral silence

I crumble my internal whirlpool

inking onward universally. 

七夜的倒数

作者：阿勒

七个夜晚升起，火焰朝向火焰，

它们在狭窄的巷道相遇，

像潮水退去时残留的字迹，

一封无人拆阅的信，在晨雾中泛白。

六颗心脏低语，第七颗已经停息，

它们敲击着木门，但门早已敞开，

风穿堂而过，回音在空旷的长廊盘旋，

指尖在灰烬中摩挲，寻找未曾写下的词语。

五朵玫瑰枯萎，四盏灯闪烁，

夜晚倾倒泉水，洗净被遗忘的街道，

三道影子在窗口浮现，两道回声沿墙滑行，

而第一步，始终悬在夜的边缘。

the countdown of seven nights

translated by PLS

seven nights ascend, flame towards flame

they meet each other in a narrow alley

like the residual traces when the tides are gone

a sealed letter, pallid in the morning mist.

six hearts whisper, the seventh has stopped

they knock on the wooden door, which is already open

wind sweeps through the hall, echoes swirl in the empty corridor

fingertips fumble in the ashes, searching for unwritten words

five roses wither, four lamps blink

night pours out spring water, washes the forgotten streets

three shadows float on the window, two echoes glide across the wall

but the first step, still lingers at the edge of night

山坡

作者：刘炯

头上，羽翅的火焰忽然蹿起

扰动气流。心也跟着

烫了一下

沿拓荒人耕种

的时蔬往上

我的手小于驱鸟手套

与几只鸭子分享，池塘的明净

坐下，冬天不再阴郁

hillslope

translated by PLS

above your head, the flames of wings soar

stirring the air. then a hot rush

through your heart

up along the vegetation

cultivated by the settlers

my hands are smaller than garden gloves

to share with a few ducks, the clarity of the pond

to sit down, so the winter no longer depresses

见证者

翻译：诗验室

        一把黑色的伞飘落

        于曼哈顿的浪上

         仰面朝天

在此处安身

或许并没有那么糟

那么多人的家

无人的故土。

墓园里的鬼魂

在街上游走

象征性地问着何时

为何什么

而你却将不解隐藏

因为你已见过地图：一个点

一把黑色的伞飘落

在

标记着“X”的地方。

Witness II

by C.Z. Liu

A black umbrella fell

against the tides of Manhattan

upside down

It wouldn’t be so bad

to lay here

in the home of millions

Heimat of none.

And so the ghosts at the cemetery

walked around town

asking the typical when

why and what

But you hid your confusion

for you’ve seen the map: A dot

A black umbrella fell

Where

X marked the spot.

霾

作者：寻泽

风从冬天的尽头赶来

在第七日停下 ——

铁锈爬满钟摆，

困意是年轮最后的证词

田野在雾中塌陷

桥的骨骼沉入地心

鼾声压弯了野草

人们的居所

因忽然失去质量

而缓缓弥散

尘埃是唯一的锚

山，碎成一片剥落的天空

风在裂缝中沉默

我们穿过清江

影子与江水绞成绳索

在折叠成梯子的太阳下

每一步都是雾的刻度

smog

translated by PLS

wind hurries from the end of winter

stops on the seventh day—

rust swarms the pendulum

drowsiness is the last testimony of the year

fields crumble in the mist

skeletons of a bridge sink to the ground

snores bend the grasses

the abodes of villagers

disperse slowly

for they’re emptied of their content

dust is the sole anchor

mountains, a slice of peeled sky

wind speechless among the cracks

we cross the Qing river

our shadows wrestling against the water

under the sun creased into a ladder

each step is a measurement of the mist