<p class="ql-block">十年</p><p class="ql-block">作者：艾米洛厄尔</p><p class="ql-block">翻译：韩鲁珩</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">你来的时候，你就像红酒和蜂蜜，</p><p class="ql-block">你甜蜜的味道灼伤了我的唇。</p><p class="ql-block">现在你就像早晨的面包，</p><p class="ql-block">平滑宜人。</p><p class="ql-block">我几乎尝不到你的味道，因为我知道你的味道，</p><p class="ql-block">但我完全被滋养了。</p><p class="ql-block">2022，06，30</p><p class="ql-block"> A Decade </p><p class="ql-block"> Amy Lowell </p><p class="ql-block"> When you came, you were like red wine and honey,</p><p class="ql-block"> And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.</p><p class="ql-block"> Now you are like morning bread,</p><p class="ql-block"> Smooth and pleasant.</p><p class="ql-block"> I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,</p><p class="ql-block"> But I am completely nourished.</p> <p class="ql-block">来自《玫瑰》</p><p class="ql-block">作者：阿丽亚娜·雷内斯</p><p class="ql-block">翻译：韩鲁珩</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">我在歌手唱歌的每个牢房里听到自己的声音</p><p class="ql-block">当女王升入视野时，我和她在一起，躲藏</p><p class="ql-block">在她的黑暗中。 当她失宠时</p><p class="ql-block">我也摔倒了。 我控制</p><p class="ql-block">自己沉默。 我遮住了我的创伤</p><p class="ql-block">在我赤裸的身体里</p><p class="ql-block">当陌生人进入了我的身体</p><p class="ql-block">我没有抗议。 我会忘记他的脸，我告诉自己</p><p class="ql-block">我闭上眼睛但没有忘记</p><p class="ql-block">尽管这是一件好事，尽管如此</p><p class="ql-block">我确实忘记了：治愈</p><p class="ql-block">药水、歌曲和秘密声音</p><p class="ql-block">玫瑰，嘴巴像是睡眠中孩童</p><p class="ql-block">尖塔，荆棘，尖塔，尖顶</p><p class="ql-block">向往的味道，疲惫的人</p><p class="ql-block">两杯血，一粒沙</p><p class="ql-block">肌肉收缩时你的牙齿在它的手中</p><p class="ql-block">倘若我知道适合的词语，我会请我们的母亲坐下</p><p class="ql-block">如同，我拉出一把椅子让我自己的妈妈坐</p><p class="ql-block">我给她一支烟</p><p class="ql-block">我在自己嘴里为她点燃</p><p class="ql-block">2022，06，25</p><p class="ql-block"> from “The Rose” </p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> Ariana Reines </p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> I heard myself in every cell the singer sang The wind in the singer had to pass through her heart When the queen ascended into view I was with her, hiding In her darkness. When she fell from favor I fell too. I governed Myself with silence. I covered my wound In my own naked body I said no protest words when the stranger Entered me. I’ll forget his face, I told myself I closed my eyes and I did not forget it Though it was many a good thing in spite of this I did manage to forget: healing Potions, songs, and secret sounds The rose with its mouth like a child’s, asleep Minaret, thorn, spire, steeple Wishful flavor, exhausted people Two cups of blood, one grain of sand Receding flesh with your tooth in its hand If I knew the words I would bid the mother of us all be seated As it is I pull out a chair for my own mother to sit in I offer her a cigarette I light it for her in my mouth</p> <p class="ql-block">多萝西跳舞</p><p class="ql-block">作者：路易斯 安特迈耶</p><p class="ql-block">翻译：韩鲁珩</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">这不是跳舞的孩子。这是火焰。</p><p class="ql-block">在这里，火终于找到了它的自然框架。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">还有什么能燃烧和飞翔</p><p class="ql-block">从那双炽热的眼...</p><p class="ql-block">内心的火焰是什么</p><p class="ql-block">它绽放</p><p class="ql-block">那张明亮的脸？...</p><p class="ql-block">火焰释放着自由——</p><p class="ql-block">火占有了她，或者更贴切地说是她</p><p class="ql-block">控制它的变化。</p><p class="ql-block">每个手势，每个有节奏的步伐，</p><p class="ql-block">一拍接着一拍，</p><p class="ql-block">它跟着，在她身边唧唧呱呱，</p><p class="ql-block">或舔舐她闪动的双脚的影子。</p><p class="ql-block">无处不在她身边</p><p class="ql-block">它盘起一缕黄色的头发。</p><p class="ql-block">每条血管都流淌着鲜亮的血液，</p><p class="ql-block">还有它的红手</p><p class="ql-block">在她站立的时候抚慰她</p><p class="ql-block">或者在她跳跃时大胆地举起她。</p><p class="ql-block">然后，随着浪潮</p><p class="ql-block">光芒越来越强</p><p class="ql-block">两个不再是两个</p><p class="ql-block">他们合并在一起</p><p class="ql-block">进入一种无形的狂喜；</p><p class="ql-block">自由</p><p class="ql-block">表达着一些被遗忘的饥饿感，</p><p class="ql-block">一些半禁止的冲动。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">什么样的奥秘</p><p class="ql-block">一直在运动，直到它混合</p><p class="ql-block">一个孩子和那个凶元素？</p><p class="ql-block">不需要为此命名。</p><p class="ql-block">肉体与火焰共舞就足够了。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Dorothy Dances</p><p class="ql-block">Louis Untermeyer</p><p class="ql-block">This is no child that dances. This is flame.</p><p class="ql-block">Here fire at last has found its natural .</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">What else is that which burns and flies</p><p class="ql-block">From those enkindled eyes...</p><p class="ql-block">What is that inner blaze</p><p class="ql-block">Which plays</p><p class="ql-block">About that lighted face?...</p><p class="ql-block">This thing is fire set free—</p><p class="ql-block">Fire possesses her, or rather she</p><p class="ql-block">Controls its mastery.</p><p class="ql-block">With every gesture, every rhythmic stride,</p><p class="ql-block">Beat after beat,</p><p class="ql-block">It follows, purring at her side,</p><p class="ql-block">Or licks the shadows of her flashing feet.</p><p class="ql-block">Around her everywhere</p><p class="ql-block">It coils its thread of yellow hair.</p><p class="ql-block">Through every vein its bright blood creeps,</p><p class="ql-block">And its red hands</p><p class="ql-block">Caress her as she stands</p><p class="ql-block">Or lift her boldly when she leaps.</p><p class="ql-block">Then, as the surge</p><p class="ql-block">Of radiance grows stronger</p><p class="ql-block">These two are two no longer</p><p class="ql-block">And they merge</p><p class="ql-block">Into a disembodied ecstasy;</p><p class="ql-block">Free</p><p class="ql-block">To express some half-forgotten hunger,</p><p class="ql-block">Some half-forbidden urge.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">What mystery</p><p class="ql-block">Has been at work until it blent</p><p class="ql-block">One child and that fierce element?</p><p class="ql-block">Give it no name.</p><p class="ql-block">It is enough that flesh has danced with flame.</p> <p class="ql-block">威基基回归</p><p class="ql-block">作者：克里斯蒂 帕森</p><p class="ql-block">翻译：韩鲁珩</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 我没有任何有关威基基的如此记忆</p><p class="ql-block">甚至在父亲的故事里，她也从未这样孤寂。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 卡拉库瓦大街没有晒伤的游客，也没有敞篷车。</p><p class="ql-block">甚至没有一个坚韧海滩男孩在海岸线的观测</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 威基基虽然记得</p><p class="ql-block">她长长的弯曲的脖子的沙滩和沉淀</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 空荡荡的旅馆尽情喷水自娱</p><p class="ql-block">前冲，然后一次又一次地向后拉转。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 哈拉鲁鱼银光闪烁靠近海岸</p><p class="ql-block">数百个本能的跳动化为一支箭</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 然后爆发成日冕，以黑色加倍</p><p class="ql-block">眼睛和细鳍像同样扭曲的谎言</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 娴熟的情人，眼花缭乱。下面的老岩墙</p><p class="ql-block">新铺设的人行道探出珊瑚礁旁</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 如此清晰，我可以看到我和我兄弟的轮廓</p><p class="ql-block">把握着海浪的碰撞时间，我们手拉手跃下</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 从窗台上的白色喷雾</p><p class="ql-block">吸允的热潮如同我们的身体</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 撞破水面的瞬间水似一只无形的手</p><p class="ql-block">把我们推回去。大概同样的手在抓痒痒的</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 那个honu（神龟）的腹部，它的绿灰色外壳上升。</p><p class="ql-block">新冠 管理了难以想象的事情，又回来了</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 威基基属于它自己。这样的感恩有错吗？</p><p class="ql-block">我与一个孤独打鱼的渔夫分享这个清晨的宁静</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 在移植的kukui（库奎）坚果树附近</p><p class="ql-block">它本不属于那里。尼龙细线恍惚横在</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 慢慢变亮的天空，我再也不想有人回来。</p><p class="ql-block">击鼓声声的海岸线，金十字架的微光</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 贴在渔夫的胸膛，咸湿的空气扑在我的脸颊——</p><p class="ql-block">所有这些都增强了我们重返光明的向往。</p><p class="ql-block">2022，05，26</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Waikīkī Returns</p><p class="ql-block">Christy Passion</p><p class="ql-block"> I do nothave any memories of Waikīkī ever being like this</p><p class="ql-block">not even in my father’s stories was she so utterly alone.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> Nosunburnt tourists, no convertibles on Kalākaua Ave.</p><p class="ql-block">not even a leathery beach boy to survey the shoreline.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> Waikiki remembers though</p><p class="ql-block">her long curved neck of white sand anchoring</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> emptyhotels offers herself up to lapping little waves</p><p class="ql-block">rushing forward then pulling back again and again.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> Silverflashes of halalū close to the shoreline</p><p class="ql-block">hundreds pulsing instinctively forming an arrow</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> thenbursting into a corona, doubling back with black</p><p class="ql-block">eyes and thin fins twisting like the lie</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> of askilled lover, dazzling. The old rock wall under</p><p class="ql-block">the newly paved walkway jutting out past the reef</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> so clear Ican see the outlines of my brother and I</p><p class="ql-block">timing the crash of waves, holding hands as we jump</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> from theledge over the white spray</p><p class="ql-block">the sucking boom as our bodies</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> break thesurface while unseen watery hands</p><p class="ql-block">push us back up. Perhaps those same hands tickling</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> the bellyof that honu, its green-gray shell ascending.</p><p class="ql-block">Covid has managed the unimaginable, has returned</p><p class="ql-block">Waikīkī toherself. Is it wrong to be so grateful?</p><p class="ql-block">I share this early morning quiet with a lone fishermancasting</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> near thetransplanted kukui nut trees which have no business</p><p class="ql-block">being there. The thin nylon line invisible against</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> the slowlybrightening sky and I never want anyone to return.</p><p class="ql-block">The drumming shoreline, gleam of the gold crucifix against</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> thefisherman’s chest, salty air on my cheek—</p><p class="ql-block">all of it strengthening our way back into the light.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">注解：威基基是一个很著名的海滩。这是一位夏威夷人在新冠疫情中写的一首诗，内容是疫情期间夏威夷游客减少，环境回归原始自然。作者从环境角度考虑疫情所造成影响，人的活动限制，给大自然带来生态恢复的时间和空间。</p><p class="ql-block"> Waikīkī toherself. Is it wrong to be so grateful?</p><p class="ql-block">I share this early m</p> <p class="ql-block">礼物</p><p class="ql-block">作者：柯克·威尔逊</p><p class="ql-block">翻译：韩鲁珩</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">我把生活维系在一个小房间里</p><p class="ql-block">苍白发蓝的墙壁</p><p class="ql-block">把它带回来</p><p class="ql-block">这个世界的小小赠礼</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">这是给你的，我如是说</p><p class="ql-block">这个给你</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">有时，礼物</p><p class="ql-block">在我的手中死去</p><p class="ql-block">而且我经常没有</p><p class="ql-block">赎回它们的财力</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">我永远无法确定</p><p class="ql-block">他们得到的赞美或者愿望</p><p class="ql-block">他们是否想在那个地方</p><p class="ql-block">我把它们带到的地方</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">房间所盛装的越来越少</p><p class="ql-block">呼吸的空间，并非礼物</p><p class="ql-block">我开始带着故事</p><p class="ql-block">没有到末端，而是悄悄消失</p><p class="ql-block">在拐角处和越过了地平线</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">我带来了不好的预感</p><p class="ql-block">并且抵抗关闭和离开</p><p class="ql-block">在每一天结束的时刻</p><p class="ql-block">寻找更多</p><p class="ql-block">2022，05，09</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Gifts</p><p class="ql-block">Kirk Wilson</p><p class="ql-block">I kept my life in a small room</p><p class="ql-block">with pale blue walls</p><p class="ql-block">and brought it back</p><p class="ql-block">little presents from the world</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">This is for you I would say</p><p class="ql-block">This is for you</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Sometimes the gifts</p><p class="ql-block">died in my hands</p><p class="ql-block">and often I could not pay</p><p class="ql-block">the price of their redemption</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">I could never be sure</p><p class="ql-block">they were appreciated or how much</p><p class="ql-block">they wanted to be in the place</p><p class="ql-block">where I had brought them</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The room filled with less and less</p><p class="ql-block">space to breathe so instead of gifts</p><p class="ql-block">I began to bring stories</p><p class="ql-block">that did not end but slipped away</p><p class="ql-block">around corners and over horizons</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">I brought premonitions</p><p class="ql-block">and resistance to closure and left</p><p class="ql-block">at the end of each day</p><p class="ql-block">looking for more</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">“聂鲁达说过去可以是一座监狱。 毫无疑问他是对的。 向后旅行是危险的，除非游客设法溜进溜出而不会被抓住。 参观者有特权看到外部视角。 作为那位有特权的访客，我意识到我一直与自己的生活保持着联系。 就像在任何有意义的关系中一样，责任是建立起来的，事情是被欠的。 它可能是混乱的、不安的、锚定的和暴露的。 这首诗由此而来。”</p><p class="ql-block">——柯克·威尔逊</p> <p class="ql-block">准时</p><p class="ql-block">作者“罗宾·罗伯逊</p><p class="ql-block">翻译：韩鲁珩</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">他的头是阁楼上的一列秘密火车：</p><p class="ql-block">安静，直爽，永远是夏天。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">牛在他们的麦田里，</p><p class="ql-block">骑自行车的是邮递员，</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">绿色的海绵树</p><p class="ql-block">在纸浆隧道旁，孩子们</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">永远挥舞着他们僵硬的手绢</p><p class="ql-block">在总是准时的火车上。</p><p class="ql-block">2022，04，06</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">On Time</p><p class="ql-block">Robin Robertson</p><p class="ql-block">His head’s a secret train-set in the attic:</p><p class="ql-block">quiet, straightforward, always summer.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The cattle in their fields of baize,</p><p class="ql-block">the postman on his bike,</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">the green sponge trees</p><p class="ql-block">by the papier-mâché tunnel, the children</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">forever waving their stiff handkerchiefs</p><p class="ql-block">at the trains that are always on time.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">这首诗是作者写给他一位患有阿兹海默（老年痴呆）症的朋友。对于患有阿兹海默症的人而言，时间和记忆是将成为生命的定格。</p> <p class="ql-block">鬼魂</p><p class="ql-block">作者：达娜·杰伊·卡德曼</p><p class="ql-block">翻译：韩鲁珩</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">满是无影灯的走廊瞬间黑暗</p><p class="ql-block">在球体同时爆裂霎那</p><p class="ql-block">薄玻璃碎片四散，甚至难以发现</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">即使能反射你点滴的微光</p><p class="ql-block">火柴亮了当你拽出你的愿望</p><p class="ql-block">香烟。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">如此即是。 最终愿望的直感。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">我知道死者我知道鬼魂去哪里</p><p class="ql-block">在漂浮中找到家园</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">以及他们如何与生者交流</p><p class="ql-block">通过电灯开关</p><p class="ql-block">或金银花的气味 离开</p><p class="ql-block">北部高速公路</p><p class="ql-block">我说</p><p class="ql-block">但你不</p><p class="ql-block">2022，03，25</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Ghosts</p><p class="ql-block">Dana Jaye Cadman</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">A hallway full of shadeless lamps suddenly goes dark</p><p class="ql-block">Upon the simultaneous bursting of the globes.</p><p class="ql-block">Glass is everywhere, and so thin it forgets</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">To reflect even the tiny glimmer of your</p><p class="ql-block">Matchlight as you pull out your wish</p><p class="ql-block">Cigarette.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">This is it. The immediacy of the final desire.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">I know the dead I know where ghosts go</p><p class="ql-block">to feel at home in the float</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">And how they commune with the living</p><p class="ql-block">through the lightswitch</p><p class="ql-block">or the smells of honeysuckles off</p><p class="ql-block">the highway upstate</p><p class="ql-block">I say</p><p class="ql-block">But you don’t</p>