Motherland
By Yongquan Luo
Translated by Yifeng
It is a sorrowful country.
Just like a hoary-headed,
shabbily dressed old woman,
Burdened with the heavy shackles of three thousand years
To eke out a living under the huge Tai Mount.
With her festering body and corroded by the parasites.
A monstrosity she is becoming on the broad ground.
She opens her bloody mouth
to swallow up the dews of the buds
and the roots of each tree.
Only left the silent sheep under the shepherd's whip
Closing the pen and the window
Wearing a red flower
Chorus: bones in the empire
Filled with my tears.
It is a heroic country.
Even though there are dead branches and leaf mold
Covering the end of the road,
There is still fluttering snowflakes
Over the winter rivers
Freezing a glorious icy bridge
Although thers are sands and clouds
Covering all the forests on the earth,
There still is the towering peaks
issuing the reverberation in the dark cemetery;
just like in a deep and secluded valley.
Even though there are the cruelness and the muzzle
robbing the oxygen of every flower,
There still are the unsightly seeds
Waiting for the the early spring morning dew
Under the wildfire and the fall wind.
Chorus:My eyes welling tears
It is a splendid country
The candle moth flies into the brilliant fire.
Yellow River roars like thunder flowing into the East Sea.
The constant sea waves
are against the solid rocky shore.
My eyes are dimmed with tears
But I saw it vaguely
The awakened people from the nightmare
Might heard of the morning horns.
They begin to pack their luggage,
Open the door,
And walk to the foggy public square.
罗勇泉:
《祖国》
这是悲哀的祖国
一个衣衫褴褛的白发老妪
背负着三千年的沉重枷锁
在泰山的压榨下苟延残喘
躯体溃烂,被寄生虫腐蚀
成一个巨大的异形
张开血淋淋的虎口
吞噬这块黄土地上
每一朵花蕾的露珠
和每一棵大树的根
剩下静默无边的羊群
在牧羊人的皮鞭下
关起羊圈
关上窗户
戴着红花
合唱:白骨累累的天朝
泪水湿透了我的眼眶
这是英雄的祖国
纵使枯枝与腐叶
布满大路的尽头
依旧有飞舞的雪花
在冬天的江河
结出晶莹的冰桥
纵使黄沙与乌云
笼盖天下的山林
依旧有耸立的山峰
在黑夜的墓场
发出幽谷的回音
纵使铁蹄与枪口
抢光每朵鲜花的氧气
依旧有不入眼的草籽
在秋风萧瑟下在野火焚烧中
守候着彼岸早春二月的晨露
泪水涌出了我的眼眶
这是壮丽的祖国
飞蛾扑火在辉煌中
黄河咆哮地奔入东海
海浪一波接一波
冲击顽固不化的岩石
泪水淹没了我的视线
朦胧中,我依稀看见
从噩梦中惊醒的人们
仿佛听到了黎明的号响
陆陆续续在打点行装
开门,走向雾气笼罩的广场
逸风 译
Yi Feng (Lu,Taizhi) A Chinese Poet,Writer and translator in Exile in Thailand; International Secretary of Independent Chinese PEN Center(ICPC) (2004-2017);a member of PPdM(2012--- ) email:lts8964@gmail.com
2014年11月28日 星期五
渔夫们
《渔夫们》
自从屈原落水后
那条江开始变得浑浊和不堪
今天仍然有刺鼻的臭味
有从上古溜过来的无头鱼儿
一直追逐着你的尸骸
站在河岸上的渔夫们
没有能够
识别你的诗骸
这个世界
不过是
一群猪猡的盛宴
被慰问的礼品包括
挂在领导脸上的微笑、一壶地沟油和一袋转基因大米
被感动的稀里哗啦的
是你的膝盖
因为
一袋洗衣粉刚刚
交换了你的选票
夏瑜的人血馒头
还是太少
祭祀的牺牲里
屈原和夏瑜
在一个挂着红色月亮的晚上
相会在流淌着鲜血的江水里
端午节的粽子完全失去了味道
坟头上的白色花篮早已凋残
逸风 于2014-11-28
2014年11月25日 星期二
這個世界----致SX女士
這個世界
----致SX女士

被譭謗的
是世界的良心
被關押的
是良心犯
被判刑的
是人類的標杆和精英
這個世界
總是和你開着世界级的玩笑
黑夜給了你黑色的眼睛
你卻用它去尋找風雨
草長鶯飛的時刻
綻放明天紅色的花蕊
還有加國的楓葉婀娜的舞蹈
因為遙遠的地方
有一個罪惡沒有公義的世界
你的使命乃是
將驚濤駭浪
放置於自己的時光走廊裏
追逐風雨為那些
無辜良心犯與無罪囚徒
呼號、呐喊
逸風 於2014-11-26
----致SX女士
被譭謗的
是世界的良心
被關押的
是良心犯
被判刑的
是人類的標杆和精英
這個世界
總是和你開着世界级的玩笑
黑夜給了你黑色的眼睛
你卻用它去尋找風雨
草長鶯飛的時刻
綻放明天紅色的花蕊
還有加國的楓葉婀娜的舞蹈
因為遙遠的地方
有一個罪惡沒有公義的世界
你的使命乃是
將驚濤駭浪
放置於自己的時光走廊裏
追逐風雨為那些
無辜良心犯與無罪囚徒
呼號、呐喊
逸風 於2014-11-26
醜劇的黃昏~~致Karl Marx
醜劇的黃昏~~致Karl Marx

一只蛹
聲稱擁有的是人類的兄弟姐妹般的情誼
所以被奉為神聖
於日暮的時刻
破繭而出的
是一只色彩斑斕輕盈的蝴蝶
還是一只喜悅黑暗的飛蛾?
一群小丑
似乎滿有激情和燃燒的怒火
開始了他們歷史劇表演
嘹亮的樂隊
飄揚的旗幟
騙子的把戲
煽情的改革
和
完美的宣傳主義
逸風 2014.11.23
一只蛹
聲稱擁有的是人類的兄弟姐妹般的情誼
所以被奉為神聖
於日暮的時刻
破繭而出的
是一只色彩斑斕輕盈的蝴蝶
還是一只喜悅黑暗的飛蛾?
一群小丑
似乎滿有激情和燃燒的怒火
開始了他們歷史劇表演
嘹亮的樂隊
飄揚的旗幟
騙子的把戲
煽情的改革
和
完美的宣傳主義
逸風 2014.11.23
2014年11月24日 星期一
Understanding the darkness----to Yan Lianke
Understanding the darkness----to Yan Lianke
By Yifeng

I am “the one
who touched the darkness the most deeply”
So I am “the one
who earlier suffered the misery in the darkness”
I can
“see a vague darkness before me”
So I tasted
“the darkness befell,
just like the dark night came in the daytime”
“I came to understand that
darkness is not
the mere absence of light,
but rather
it is life itself.
Darkness is the Chinese people’s fate
and the method
to endure their destinies.”
“Whatever happened in the life,
before me
there is always a black curtain falling.
Me,Over there,
behind the curtain
I am fighting with the darkness
by means of enduring it
Just as
I make use of the power
which I have been enduring the darkness
to fight with the human’s misery.”
“I am the one
who destined
to understand the darkness”
Looking at “ contemporary China,
I see a nation
that is thriving
yet distorted,
developing
yet mutated.
I see corruption,
absurdity,
disorder
and chaos.
Every day, something occurs
that lies outside ordinary reason and logic.
A system of morality
and
a respect for humanity
that was developed over several millenniums
is unraveling,
disintegrating
and
collapsing
on the vast and old land.
Just like the law as criterion
beginning to become
skipping rope
and
the rubber-band
that the children are playing in a game……
Life is gloomy
and
depressing.
Everyone is waiting for
something dreadful to happen.
This uneasy and fearful expectation
has produced
a collective sense of anxiety.
The people in the nation are
“like a dying patient who
is eager for
a kind of hallucinogenic drug.
He longs to it
and also worried about his make-believe
falling through,
then the death coming.”
The people living in the nation
“above everyone’s head,
exists the fermenting dark cloud,
shocking thunderclap
or the lightening
which could tear out the dark cloud?”
So, the nation is
like a village
which has only the white night
“In the village,
the death was
just as the setting sun
inevitably and necessarily.
The darkness is so limitless and eternal,
as though
the sun had disappeared forever from the sky.”
“When I met with
the blinding light and the bright color in the world,
They would become
the huge shadow and darkness
which I was not able to succeed in escaping.
I was hung over
So
there was nowhere to hide and nowhere to run”
“The life,destiny and the God
designated me”
So I became
“the person
who was born to sense the darkness”
“I am alike the child
in the fairy tale The Emperor's New Clothes,
Under the sunlight,
I always find the huge tree’s shadow.”
“In the drama "The Ode to Joy",
Over the another-side
I always stand by the curtain.”
“When all the people said
it was warmer,
I still felt the colder.”
“When all the people said
there was light,
I still found the darkness.”
“When the people
sung and danced for their happiness
I found
there was someone
tethering their ankles privately
To trip and bind them together.”
“I saw
the inconceivable ugly and evil things
in their souls;”
“I saw
the intellectuals’
humiliation and struggles
for their straight backs
and
independent minds”
I “saw that
more and more Chinese people’s inner life
were being hollowed out and disintegrated
by the power
together with the money and songs.”
I knew
in the nation
“the sun is black originally.”
So
I merely
“walked in the darkness,
and lightened the darkness
with the limited luminance.
I tried my best
to let the people
to jump aside and avoid the darkness
purposefully”
I was
“the perceiver ”
to sense
the darkness and the panic
in the night forest”
I also sensed that
the truly darkness “was
that all the people had found the darkness
but they said
it was bright and warm
instead.”
I also sensed
“the deepest darkness is that
the people have adapted to the dark night.”
“the most awful darkness is that
the people in the dark night
are unconcerned and forgetful about the light.”
“I am the one in the darkness
who wrote
all alone and gloomily.
I was alike a ghost
who was rejected and expelled
in every place by the light.”
And I think it over all the time
how to “walk out from the darkness
and earnestly hope the light”
I walked on the night road
using my pen as a candle;
Making the persons
who are passing forward close by me
to find
a part of
bright road.
Notes: Special thanks to Mr Yan Lianke;Most lines in this poem were adapted from his acceptance speech for the 2014 Franz Kafka Prize.
2014-10-24

附:《看見黑暗》
——致閻連科
作者:逸風(河南)
我是“一個最能
感受黑暗的人”
所以過早地
“在黑暗中
承受苦難的折磨”
我會“看到
眼前一片
模糊的黑暗”
所以體味著
“一道黑幕的
降臨,
如同
白日裏黑夜的
到來”
“我也過早地
懂得了黑暗,
不僅是
一種顏色,
而且就是
生活的本身。
是中國人
無可逃避的命運
和
承受命運的
方法”
“無論
生活中發生
怎樣的事情,
我的眼前
都會有
一道黑幕的降臨。
而我,
就在那
一道幕布的後邊,
用承受黑暗,
來對抗黑暗,
如同
用承受苦難的力量,
來對抗
人的苦難。”
我“是那個
命定感受黑暗的人”
看見“當代的中國,
它蓬勃
而又扭曲,
發展
而又變異,
腐敗、
荒謬,
混亂、
無序,
每天、每天所發生的事情,
都超出人類的常情與常理。
人類用數千年建立起來的
情感秩序、
道德秩序
和人的尊嚴的尺度,
正在那闊大、古老的土地上,
解體、
崩潰
和消散,
一如法律的準繩,
正淪為孩童遊戲中的
跳繩和皮筋……”
這個國度裏的人們
“如同
一個垂危的病人,
對
一劑虛幻良藥的期待,
既渴望良藥的儘快到來,
又擔心在它到來之後,
虛幻期待的
最後破滅,
而隨之是
死亡的降臨”
這個國度裏所生活著的人們
“每個人的頭頂,
醞釀的是
烏雲、驚雷、
還是
一片可能撕開烏雲的閃電。”
所以,那個國度
猶如一個
只有白夜的
村莊
“在那個村莊,
死亡
像日落一樣,
必然和必定,
黑暗就像
太陽從天空永遠消失了一樣,
長久而永恆。”
“每當我在現實中
看到
刺眼的光芒和亮色,
都會成為巨大的
讓我無法逃離的
陰影
和黑暗,
把我籠罩其中,
無處
逃遁。”
“生活、命運和上天,
選定了我”
我就成為了
“那個
生來只會、
也只能
感受黑暗的人”
“我像那個
看見了皇帝沒有穿衣的孩子,
在陽光之下,我
總是
會發現大樹的影子;”
“在歡樂頌的戲劇中,
總是
站在幕布的另一邊。”
“人們都說
溫暖的時候,
我感到了
寒冷;”
“人們都說
光明的時候,
我看到了
黑暗;”
“人們在為
幸福
載歌載舞的時候,
我發現
有人
在他們腳下
系繩,
正要
把人們
集體絆倒並捆束。”
“我看到了
人的靈魂中
有不可思議的
醜惡;”
“看到了
知識份子
為了
挺直脊樑
和獨立思考
的
屈辱
與
努力;”
我“看到了
更多的
中國人的
精神生活,
正在
金錢和歌聲中
被權力掏空
和
瓦解。”
我知道
這個國度
“日光
原來是黑色的”
所以
我只能
“行走在黑暗之中,
用那
有限的光亮,
照著黑暗,
儘量
讓人們看見黑暗
而有目標和目的
閃開
和
躲避。”
我是
“黑暗感受者”
感受著
“深夜中森林的
黑暗
和
恐懼”
也感受到
真正的黑暗“是
所有的人,都看到了黑暗,
卻都說
明亮而溫暖。”
也感受到
“最大的黑暗,
是人們
對黑暗的
適應;”
“最可怕的黑暗,
是人們
在黑暗中
對光明的
冷漠
和
淡忘。”
“我就是
一個黑暗的人。
一個獨立而黑暗的
寫作者
和被光明討厭
並四處驅趕的
寫作的幽靈。”
時刻想著
“走出黑暗,
獲求光明。”
我行走在夜路上,
以筆為燭
讓與我擦肩而過的
前行著的人們,
看見一段
短暫的
有光的
路程
特別說明:
本詩中帶有引號的詩句全部來源於閻連科先生的《2014年卡夫卡文學獎受獎演說》一文之中。於2014-10-24
By Yifeng
I am “the one
who touched the darkness the most deeply”
So I am “the one
who earlier suffered the misery in the darkness”
I can
“see a vague darkness before me”
So I tasted
“the darkness befell,
just like the dark night came in the daytime”
“I came to understand that
darkness is not
the mere absence of light,
but rather
it is life itself.
Darkness is the Chinese people’s fate
and the method
to endure their destinies.”
“Whatever happened in the life,
before me
there is always a black curtain falling.
Me,Over there,
behind the curtain
I am fighting with the darkness
by means of enduring it
Just as
I make use of the power
which I have been enduring the darkness
to fight with the human’s misery.”
“I am the one
who destined
to understand the darkness”
Looking at “ contemporary China,
I see a nation
that is thriving
yet distorted,
developing
yet mutated.
I see corruption,
absurdity,
disorder
and chaos.
Every day, something occurs
that lies outside ordinary reason and logic.
A system of morality
and
a respect for humanity
that was developed over several millenniums
is unraveling,
disintegrating
and
collapsing
on the vast and old land.
Just like the law as criterion
beginning to become
skipping rope
and
the rubber-band
that the children are playing in a game……
Life is gloomy
and
depressing.
Everyone is waiting for
something dreadful to happen.
This uneasy and fearful expectation
has produced
a collective sense of anxiety.
The people in the nation are
“like a dying patient who
is eager for
a kind of hallucinogenic drug.
He longs to it
and also worried about his make-believe
falling through,
then the death coming.”
The people living in the nation
“above everyone’s head,
exists the fermenting dark cloud,
shocking thunderclap
or the lightening
which could tear out the dark cloud?”
So, the nation is
like a village
which has only the white night
“In the village,
the death was
just as the setting sun
inevitably and necessarily.
The darkness is so limitless and eternal,
as though
the sun had disappeared forever from the sky.”
“When I met with
the blinding light and the bright color in the world,
They would become
the huge shadow and darkness
which I was not able to succeed in escaping.
I was hung over
So
there was nowhere to hide and nowhere to run”
“The life,destiny and the God
designated me”
So I became
“the person
who was born to sense the darkness”
“I am alike the child
in the fairy tale The Emperor's New Clothes,
Under the sunlight,
I always find the huge tree’s shadow.”
“In the drama "The Ode to Joy",
Over the another-side
I always stand by the curtain.”
“When all the people said
it was warmer,
I still felt the colder.”
“When all the people said
there was light,
I still found the darkness.”
“When the people
sung and danced for their happiness
I found
there was someone
tethering their ankles privately
To trip and bind them together.”
“I saw
the inconceivable ugly and evil things
in their souls;”
“I saw
the intellectuals’
humiliation and struggles
for their straight backs
and
independent minds”
I “saw that
more and more Chinese people’s inner life
were being hollowed out and disintegrated
by the power
together with the money and songs.”
I knew
in the nation
“the sun is black originally.”
So
I merely
“walked in the darkness,
and lightened the darkness
with the limited luminance.
I tried my best
to let the people
to jump aside and avoid the darkness
purposefully”
I was
“the perceiver ”
to sense
the darkness and the panic
in the night forest”
I also sensed that
the truly darkness “was
that all the people had found the darkness
but they said
it was bright and warm
instead.”
I also sensed
“the deepest darkness is that
the people have adapted to the dark night.”
“the most awful darkness is that
the people in the dark night
are unconcerned and forgetful about the light.”
“I am the one in the darkness
who wrote
all alone and gloomily.
I was alike a ghost
who was rejected and expelled
in every place by the light.”
And I think it over all the time
how to “walk out from the darkness
and earnestly hope the light”
I walked on the night road
using my pen as a candle;
Making the persons
who are passing forward close by me
to find
a part of
bright road.
Notes: Special thanks to Mr Yan Lianke;Most lines in this poem were adapted from his acceptance speech for the 2014 Franz Kafka Prize.
2014-10-24
附:《看見黑暗》
——致閻連科
作者:逸風(河南)
我是“一個最能
感受黑暗的人”
所以過早地
“在黑暗中
承受苦難的折磨”
我會“看到
眼前一片
模糊的黑暗”
所以體味著
“一道黑幕的
降臨,
如同
白日裏黑夜的
到來”
“我也過早地
懂得了黑暗,
不僅是
一種顏色,
而且就是
生活的本身。
是中國人
無可逃避的命運
和
承受命運的
方法”
“無論
生活中發生
怎樣的事情,
我的眼前
都會有
一道黑幕的降臨。
而我,
就在那
一道幕布的後邊,
用承受黑暗,
來對抗黑暗,
如同
用承受苦難的力量,
來對抗
人的苦難。”
我“是那個
命定感受黑暗的人”
看見“當代的中國,
它蓬勃
而又扭曲,
發展
而又變異,
腐敗、
荒謬,
混亂、
無序,
每天、每天所發生的事情,
都超出人類的常情與常理。
人類用數千年建立起來的
情感秩序、
道德秩序
和人的尊嚴的尺度,
正在那闊大、古老的土地上,
解體、
崩潰
和消散,
一如法律的準繩,
正淪為孩童遊戲中的
跳繩和皮筋……”
這個國度裏的人們
“如同
一個垂危的病人,
對
一劑虛幻良藥的期待,
既渴望良藥的儘快到來,
又擔心在它到來之後,
虛幻期待的
最後破滅,
而隨之是
死亡的降臨”
這個國度裏所生活著的人們
“每個人的頭頂,
醞釀的是
烏雲、驚雷、
還是
一片可能撕開烏雲的閃電。”
所以,那個國度
猶如一個
只有白夜的
村莊
“在那個村莊,
死亡
像日落一樣,
必然和必定,
黑暗就像
太陽從天空永遠消失了一樣,
長久而永恆。”
“每當我在現實中
看到
刺眼的光芒和亮色,
都會成為巨大的
讓我無法逃離的
陰影
和黑暗,
把我籠罩其中,
無處
逃遁。”
“生活、命運和上天,
選定了我”
我就成為了
“那個
生來只會、
也只能
感受黑暗的人”
“我像那個
看見了皇帝沒有穿衣的孩子,
在陽光之下,我
總是
會發現大樹的影子;”
“在歡樂頌的戲劇中,
總是
站在幕布的另一邊。”
“人們都說
溫暖的時候,
我感到了
寒冷;”
“人們都說
光明的時候,
我看到了
黑暗;”
“人們在為
幸福
載歌載舞的時候,
我發現
有人
在他們腳下
系繩,
正要
把人們
集體絆倒並捆束。”
“我看到了
人的靈魂中
有不可思議的
醜惡;”
“看到了
知識份子
為了
挺直脊樑
和獨立思考
的
屈辱
與
努力;”
我“看到了
更多的
中國人的
精神生活,
正在
金錢和歌聲中
被權力掏空
和
瓦解。”
我知道
這個國度
“日光
原來是黑色的”
所以
我只能
“行走在黑暗之中,
用那
有限的光亮,
照著黑暗,
儘量
讓人們看見黑暗
而有目標和目的
閃開
和
躲避。”
我是
“黑暗感受者”
感受著
“深夜中森林的
黑暗
和
恐懼”
也感受到
真正的黑暗“是
所有的人,都看到了黑暗,
卻都說
明亮而溫暖。”
也感受到
“最大的黑暗,
是人們
對黑暗的
適應;”
“最可怕的黑暗,
是人們
在黑暗中
對光明的
冷漠
和
淡忘。”
“我就是
一個黑暗的人。
一個獨立而黑暗的
寫作者
和被光明討厭
並四處驅趕的
寫作的幽靈。”
時刻想著
“走出黑暗,
獲求光明。”
我行走在夜路上,
以筆為燭
讓與我擦肩而過的
前行著的人們,
看見一段
短暫的
有光的
路程
特別說明:
本詩中帶有引號的詩句全部來源於閻連科先生的《2014年卡夫卡文學獎受獎演說》一文之中。於2014-10-24
2014年11月17日 星期一
Salute To You
Salute To You
By Yan Yihu
Translated by Yi Feng

It was not Satan to lure
The Apple to put on a layer of wax
Although I do not expect to bloom flowers
from the pen holding in my hand
Those cuckoos in the sky go on calling all the time
But I cannot make their bodies as sacrifice to you repeatedly
Because of that kind of communism.
I have to acknowledge
that I have no any power to feel anger
And to fight with a sickle
Except for the growing graveside grass
and flying catkin on my head
Lonely ,you are holding the broken plate carefully
with the water which rained from yesterday to now
But the slanting rain falls heavily
into those beautiful dishes ,basins and bowls
Salute to you!On the labors’ day
I have no magical poetry
To sow a euphemism from a poet
In the graveyard today
2014.4.30 Huyixuan
《向您致敬》
文/彦一狐
诱惑那只苹果穿上蜡衣的
并不是撒旦。尽管
我不再期待我手里的这一支笔
能够开出花儿来
但是,那群布谷鸟在空中
不停地鸣叫
我不能因为一个主义
反复献出她们的尸体
我得承认:除了
头顶上不断生长出来的墓草和飞絮
我没任何愤怒的实力
和一把镰刀对峙
而你,小心翼翼捧着的
那个破盘子,盛满
昨天和今天。就连雨水,也是倾斜着
落得盆满钵溢
向您致敬!这个劳动者的节日
我却没有巫术的诗艺
在今天的墓园种下一个诗人
婉转的语言
2014.4.30於狐义轩
By Yan Yihu
Translated by Yi Feng
It was not Satan to lure
The Apple to put on a layer of wax
Although I do not expect to bloom flowers
from the pen holding in my hand
Those cuckoos in the sky go on calling all the time
But I cannot make their bodies as sacrifice to you repeatedly
Because of that kind of communism.
I have to acknowledge
that I have no any power to feel anger
And to fight with a sickle
Except for the growing graveside grass
and flying catkin on my head
Lonely ,you are holding the broken plate carefully
with the water which rained from yesterday to now
But the slanting rain falls heavily
into those beautiful dishes ,basins and bowls
Salute to you!On the labors’ day
I have no magical poetry
To sow a euphemism from a poet
In the graveyard today
2014.4.30 Huyixuan
《向您致敬》
文/彦一狐
诱惑那只苹果穿上蜡衣的
并不是撒旦。尽管
我不再期待我手里的这一支笔
能够开出花儿来
但是,那群布谷鸟在空中
不停地鸣叫
我不能因为一个主义
反复献出她们的尸体
我得承认:除了
头顶上不断生长出来的墓草和飞絮
我没任何愤怒的实力
和一把镰刀对峙
而你,小心翼翼捧着的
那个破盘子,盛满
昨天和今天。就连雨水,也是倾斜着
落得盆满钵溢
向您致敬!这个劳动者的节日
我却没有巫术的诗艺
在今天的墓园种下一个诗人
婉转的语言
2014.4.30於狐义轩
2014年11月16日 星期日
Migratory birds ---- to Kuei-shien Lee
Migratory birds"
---- to Kuei-shien Lee
Written by Yan Yihu
Translated by Yifeng

At the time while I was reading a poem “Those Friends In Prisons Still”
Chen Chao did the Dutch act
Then I saw a big bird
Flying out from the inside of my body
Smelling like a specific toxin
Came the flavors of the poetry
Together with the smell of death
Just as Haizi’s lying down on the rail
Yudi kissing a sword
Gemai drowning himself in a river
Xiaozhao’s freely falling his body
Not yet this year’s peach blossom had opened
The poet Wofu was gone with his innocent heart
For making a sacrifice to the death
On October 1
Xu Lizhi ,a poet who was born in the 1990s
Gave a knock at the crazy machine with his steaming hot body
Which has been called the Nation’s Day
On October 31
Chen Chao fell to death carrying all chains
During the funny times
The poet were put forwards
To play the part of lonely protesters
Are absent from the literary feast, are often they as the case
The land has been still asleep all times
My brothers whittled his own bodybones into bagpipes
Then sticked themselves into the hard land
Within one year
They three left one by one
I looked like a demon under Hamlet’s spell
“To be or not to be?”
Ah! Are your friends still in prison?
I am the migratory bird which you disliked
Holding myself in the wind
Without crying
Even in the deeper dark night
I would also make a living shamelessly
2014.11.5 Huyi Xuan
Note:
1,“Those Friends In Prisons Still” was a sentence in the poem “Resident Birds” written by Kuei-shien Lee, who is a famous poet in Taiwan.
2,Chen Chao,Haizi,Yudi,Gemai ,Xiaozhao,Wofu and Xu Lizhi were the mainland poets who suicided themselves.
《候鸟》 ——致诗人李魁贤
我读《我的朋友还在监狱裡》时
陈超自杀了
那一瞬,我看见一只大鸟
从我身体里
飞了出去
诗歌的香味儿,像一种毒愫
传来死亡甜蜜的气息
一如海子卧轨,余地吻剑,戈麦投河
小招的自主性坠落
今年四月
桃花还没有绽放
诗人卧夫,就以赤子之身
祭奠了死亡
十月一日,90后诗人许立志
用他火热的身体
撞击了国庆,这座疯狂的机器
十月三十一日
陈超背负所有的锁链
坠楼身亡
可笑的时代
诗人成为惟一的抗争者
在文艺盛宴上缺席
土地还在沉睡
我的兄弟把自己的尸骨削成风笛
活生生插了进去
这一年三个
他们相继离去
我像一个魔症,中了哈姆莱特的咒语——
“活下去,还是不活?”
啊!您的朋友还在狱中吗
我就是你所鄙夷的
那一只候鸟
在风中抱紧了自己
您不要流泪啊
天再黑
我也要无耻地
活下去
2014.11.5於狐义轩
---- to Kuei-shien Lee
Written by Yan Yihu
Translated by Yifeng
At the time while I was reading a poem “Those Friends In Prisons Still”
Chen Chao did the Dutch act
Then I saw a big bird
Flying out from the inside of my body
Smelling like a specific toxin
Came the flavors of the poetry
Together with the smell of death
Just as Haizi’s lying down on the rail
Yudi kissing a sword
Gemai drowning himself in a river
Xiaozhao’s freely falling his body
Not yet this year’s peach blossom had opened
The poet Wofu was gone with his innocent heart
For making a sacrifice to the death
On October 1
Xu Lizhi ,a poet who was born in the 1990s
Gave a knock at the crazy machine with his steaming hot body
Which has been called the Nation’s Day
On October 31
Chen Chao fell to death carrying all chains
During the funny times
The poet were put forwards
To play the part of lonely protesters
Are absent from the literary feast, are often they as the case
The land has been still asleep all times
My brothers whittled his own bodybones into bagpipes
Then sticked themselves into the hard land
Within one year
They three left one by one
I looked like a demon under Hamlet’s spell
“To be or not to be?”
Ah! Are your friends still in prison?
I am the migratory bird which you disliked
Holding myself in the wind
Without crying
Even in the deeper dark night
I would also make a living shamelessly
2014.11.5 Huyi Xuan
Note:
1,“Those Friends In Prisons Still” was a sentence in the poem “Resident Birds” written by Kuei-shien Lee, who is a famous poet in Taiwan.
2,Chen Chao,Haizi,Yudi,Gemai ,Xiaozhao,Wofu and Xu Lizhi were the mainland poets who suicided themselves.
《候鸟》 ——致诗人李魁贤
我读《我的朋友还在监狱裡》时
陈超自杀了
那一瞬,我看见一只大鸟
从我身体里
飞了出去
诗歌的香味儿,像一种毒愫
传来死亡甜蜜的气息
一如海子卧轨,余地吻剑,戈麦投河
小招的自主性坠落
今年四月
桃花还没有绽放
诗人卧夫,就以赤子之身
祭奠了死亡
十月一日,90后诗人许立志
用他火热的身体
撞击了国庆,这座疯狂的机器
十月三十一日
陈超背负所有的锁链
坠楼身亡
可笑的时代
诗人成为惟一的抗争者
在文艺盛宴上缺席
土地还在沉睡
我的兄弟把自己的尸骨削成风笛
活生生插了进去
这一年三个
他们相继离去
我像一个魔症,中了哈姆莱特的咒语——
“活下去,还是不活?”
啊!您的朋友还在狱中吗
我就是你所鄙夷的
那一只候鸟
在风中抱紧了自己
您不要流泪啊
天再黑
我也要无耻地
活下去
2014.11.5於狐义轩
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