列奥纳多的烟雾

作者：程予

切开渍迹，一片讽喻环绕的

郊野互助感情

在想象中迁移自己

菠萝，雨天，小雨它们温和的碳

我低头擦擦你的手心

其他时候你并不允许我这样做

你有很多很多缺口

幻灯片一样的直觉系统

切走信任的在场

切走我好不容易琢磨出来的

多股鱼须；空旷的冷盐水

每天穿着如同鞋子的某个部分

它们总是抽不开身，又可能抱怨：

劳动结晶于所有潜在的乐园

那是永远在轨的电车

允许保温，那是永远臃肿的路线

在离开你的回答很久很久之后

依然记得那页书，并保证有限的爱

在这个房间越来越深的蓝色上午

在每天减退的记忆能力里

你可以放心

远看它一定是一张很漂亮的画

Leonardo’s sfumato

translated by PLS

spread the stains outwards, the edges of the field surrounded by

allegories piling up against one another

i shift myself through imaginations

pineapples, rainy days, drizzle, their mild carbon

i lower my head to rub your palm—

other times you wouldn’t allow me to do this

there are myriad crevices in you

intuitive system as slides of a presentation

has stripped the presence of trust

and multiple barbels that had taken me forever

to figure out: vast cold brine

to be worn like a part of shoes

they are always tied down, and possibly moaning:

the burden derives from a fairyland of all potentialities 

that’s the perennially working tram

allowed to be kept warm, that’s the perennially swelling route

after having departed from your answer for a long time

i still remember the page, and promise a limited amount of love

in the deepening blue morning of this room

in the daily deterioration of memory 

you can be certain

from afar it should look like an utterly beautiful picture

中秋过后

作者：帕凡

月亮是多余的

月桂下的时间已足够皎洁

虽然屋檐连着屋檐

灯笼在门边打着水漂

我们推开竹林

与茶杯置换露水

带上渔火的刺青

追问桂花的踪迹

after the moon festival

translated by PLS

the moon is redundant

the hours under the laurel lustrous enough

though from eave to eave

lanterns are stone-skimming by the door

we thrust open the bamboo forest

trading dew with teacups

carrying tattoos of fishing torches

questioning the whereabouts of osmanthus

云层重叠。你数着梦境

作者：余柯宇

云层恰如其分盖住

蒲公英

狭长的眼角。擦拭我洁白的雏形

揉捏往昔爵士乐的相似性

我们面对面流泪，谈绯色，谈逃避

把赤裸的双脚裹进云朵的柔软

轻轻摆动着，惊扰青鸟的悬浮

最爱是落日昏沉的躲闪间

影子染浸迟暮的霭黄

倦乏的时候

我只能徒劳地督促

十月把

云层重叠。你数着梦境

里的羊，才能沉眠

云层恰如其分覆盖住

你和我

牵强的亲吻。相频失真的偏颇

沉溺在人间的斑驳则个

clouds pile. you count the dreamscapes

translated by PLS

clouds shroud the narrow

canthi of dandelions in 

precision. wiping my white prototype

rubbing the similarities of old jazz

we weep in front of each other, remarking on scarlet, and evasions

wrapping our naked feet in the softness of clouds

swaying gently, stirring the floatation of blue birds

my favourite is the hazy yellow of shadows soaked

with twilight between drowsy dips of the setting sun

when fatigued

all I can do is to urge

october to stack up

the clouds in vain. and you have to count

the sheep in the dream, to fall asleep

clouds shroud in precision

the bizarre kiss between

you and me. the bias of distorted phase frequencies

indulging in the mottles of the world and that’s it

解之启蒙

翻译：诗验室

避开第十一章

破产是一种精确的

微积分。允许

原则压倒你：

Excel 工作表 / 日常冥想 /

柔滑弹力纤维。信奉

发达福音，任何

一门拥有自庄严

放逐小乐趣之

内心净土的崇拜。如果我们必须

保持形象，接受自我

厌恶。我很不乐意承认自己

吝啬时间，通过忽视

耳旁被哼至八度的

内心之声被掌控。乃至祷告 &

诗歌滑入边缘地带。将这份

喋喋不休调暗直至

摧毁。旋开我你会发现我

多么渴望歌唱。倒挂在

秋千上飞入内在时间

是多么美妙，我的计划明朗且

清晰。告诉我你想要从这局

小心翼翼的井字棋中赢得什么，

X 与 O 交叉往返于本该属于你的

和我的。同我一道曲折返回

零：我们最初开始的地方。

Abecedarian for Unraveling 

by Susan Moon

Averting chapter eleven

bankruptcy is a meticulous 

calculus. Allow
discipline to overtake you:

excel sheets / daily meditation /

frictionless spandex. Profess a

gospel of prosperity, any

house of worship whose

inner sanctum exiles little
joys from solemnity. If we must

keep up appearances, accept self-

loathing. I am loath to admit I am a

miser for time, mastered by

neglect of inner sound hummed

octaves below my ears. Even prayer &

poetry slipped into periphery. Dim this

querulous chatter long enough to be
ruined. Unspool me and you will see just how

starved I was for song. How lovely
to fly by trapeze through interior time

upside-down, my plans unraveled & un-

veiled. Tell me what you wanted to

win from all this careful tic-tac-toe,

X's and O's crisscrossing what is

yours & mine. Zigzag with me to

zero where we first began.

半洋亭河

作者：帕凡

树和水之间，

存在第三种生命。

比如四五点前，

凉晖收紧东园二路。

河水泥醉，

近了有股腥气。

倒影对白陈旧，

像熄灭的山峰，

一只鸟以枯渴的笔触划过。

水纹各自平仄，

认领重叠的姓名，

澄明不定的语言扰动枝叶。

Banyan Pavilion River

translated by PLS

between trees and water,

there’s another type of life.

such as the cool light that pinches

Dongyuan Second Road before dusk.

waters are mud-drunk,

reeking of rotting fish as you near.

a dialogue between reflection and antiquity,

like the extinguished mountain peaks,

that a bird glides over with parched strokes.

the water ripples in its own rhythms,

adopting piled names,

while lucidly uncertain words stir the leaves.