盐

翻译：诗验室

在广阔的蓝中，

站着我和我自己。

我们盯着对方看，

一句话也不说。

一只手伸出，

另一只紧跟着伸出。

她们越来越近，

直至触及对方并合二为一。

我们没感觉到任何疼痛，

而是一股惬意的暖流，

一种解脱。

我们互相拥抱、尖叫，然后散去。

Salt

by ashe

In the midst of the vast blue,

There stood me and myself.

We stared at each other,

Not speaking a word.

A hand reached out,

And another one soon followed.

They grew closer and closer,

Until they finally touched and began to merge.

We did not feel pain,

But a warmth most comforting,

A release.

We embraced, cried, and dissolved.

伊朗朗笑声

翻译：Mary Ventura

上街尾

飞腾的发辫

爸爸妈妈的教授？管他！

伊朗朗笑声

撞在生人的间隔

飞腾的发辫

好多断片的我，不想

停着等

伊朗朗笑声

山的脚下

飞腾的发辫

合契默默

将会到达

伊朗朗笑声

路上

铺满得与失

飞腾的发辫

觉知奢靡的风

伊朗朗笑声

撞在男男女女中间

飞腾的发辫

笑着行进

I ran

by Mary Ventura

to the end of the street

hair in the air 

not what my parents ever taught

to hell, I’m prepared 

I ran

towards the void in front of such a crowd 

hair in the air

a sequence of moments I’d dreamed long enough to

stop waiting

I ran

to the foot of a mountain

hair in the air

muted, knowing

message will reach

I ran

on to the road

paved with truth, freedom, big abstract words

hair in the air

feeling those luxuries

I ran

into men and women, all

hair in the air

smiling and marching on

The 13th of July

translated by PLS

the darkness that licks the back

was invented by me

as an aggression, an intrusion

a type of knot embellished with the

opponent’s submissive posture

slurping an apricot

inside which is a kernel of hidden gender

the sun is long gone

people are farming in the wilderness

strolling down the little path

summer has toned down its attitude

for our very first kiss

七月十三日

作者：胡列塔

黑暗舔舐脊背

那黑暗是我创造的

为了侵凌，为了进犯

一种结缀饰着对方

伴以雌伏的状貌

啜食杏子

其中是隐秘的性别的核

太阳早早地死了

人类在荒蛮中耕作

在小径中散步

夏天为我们的初吻

放低了姿态

诗艺

翻译：诗验室

你到了一个年纪

        你已经为死去的你

写了这么多挽歌，

         你觉得已经够了，

可死却源源不断。

Ars Poetica 

by Sean Thomas Dougherty

You reach a certain age,

& you have written

all these elegies for your dead,

& you think you’re done,

but the dead keep coming.