Seven O’clock
The fog clears abruptly,
Out of the water, comes a
Little fellow who repaints
Themselves with charcoal
Our surprise meeting
Is oppressed by strangeness
Those that leave at this time
Have all been signed off and rushed off
I bring along a baby bottle
To meet with a person
That'll be meeting the world for the first time
On a path that brings us closer
You eye the new world with wonder
I too shall remember this strangeness
In this vast world
She uses her charcoal eyes
To capture and distinguish her
Family
七点钟
雾突然散去。对面
一个浮出水面的人
用炭笔把自己
又描写一遍
猛然相遇的惊讶
又被陌生所压抑
这个点出门
都是被签署过的
被催促。此刻
我带着一个小奶瓶
去见一个
第一次面世的人
在彼此越走越近的路上
贸然撞入人间，他（她）
一眼一眼打量
我也会记住这最初的陌生
她用黑炭般的小眼睛
在茫茫的人世间
捕捉或者分辨
亲人
Clenching the Stone
Time sinks deep in the afternoon
Things slip out of me slowly and
Start to gather around a piece of stone
Solidifying the sun's reluctant departure
She grasps and clenches, trying to hold
A handful of all the warmth she could
It's the third day of her stay, in this cold icy world
Curling up into the earliest memories
Her hands smaller than a sparrow's claw
Unable to grasp a piece of the shimmering sun
握紧石头
下午时光向下沉淀
好多东西从我身体中慢慢移出
开始向一块石头集中并凝固
太阳最留恋的一小块地方
她试图抓住不放，握紧
一根手指尖可以存放的温暖
突然撞进冰凉世界里
第三天。蜷缩成最初的记忆
她的小手比一只麻雀的爪子
大不了多少，还握不住一块阳光的晃动
The Conversation
Silently, into your little body it dives
Storing, a dream and a future
This morning is for you, so is this sun
So is the dullness of my fountain pen
The ebb and flow of a piece of poem
Cups, stamps, books and a riverbank
The corner that's closest to the sun in this room
They are all for you
Come join me in the days I spent with the wind
In a wooden house in Xiguan
Listening to stories, playing the piano
And living alongside piles of old wood
On polished tiles, playing hopscotch and skipping rubber bands
One summer day, in our yard, I was digging inside the well
And what I shouted to the deep, fathomless sky
The water still remembers
对话
静静地沉潜入你的小身体
盈握之间
存放一个梦和未来
这个早晨给你，太阳也给你
我的钢笔和磨旧的部分
一首诗的曲折的往日
甚至是杯子、像章、书籍和一段河堤
房子里最靠近阳光的位置
都给你
你可以踱进我曾经与风一起吹过的日子
在西关的土木房里
听故事、弹钢琴，和旧木头一起生活
在磨光的地砖上跳方或跳皮筋
我在大夏天下到院子里那口深井淘井
曾对着幽深的天空喊话
水还记得
All poems by: Zhou Jian
Translated by: Tutu
作者：周健/苍凉
译者：人土土 |
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