当代诗歌:这些永远都是不属于我们的,或老犹太会堂

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<p class="ql-block">中国先锋艺术论坛。作者:elford。</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">这些永远都是不属于我们的,或老犹太会堂</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">排成一列的哲学鸟笼同它们的精神结合</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 街道交配期的幻觉给它们补充宗教词根</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">红眼航班给它们一种否定感</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">动物呈上漂泊的种族</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">地质学家,造访我们的蝴蝶</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">霓虹灯,新婚之夜难以解读它</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">像到处蔓延的夜空语言</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">潮水肿胀的衣服,由于我们</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">而缺乏摆动</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">老犹太会堂,崇拜巨蟹座</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">也不是不可能。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">冬天,留下网状脚印</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">双头鹰因拍动翅膀而分裂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">草坪上的工人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">长着不结果实的手臂</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">特意剪下昆虫学家的耳朵留作纪念</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">而一个情妇,一笔了不起的财富</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">像叫春的鸟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">把哭声留给夜晚。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">THESE WILL NEVER BE OURS, AND THE OLD SYNAGOGUE</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The philosophical birdcages lined up with their spiritual union</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Hallucinations of the mating period of the streets replenish them with religious roots</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Red eye flights provide them with a sense of negation</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Animals offer up their wandering races</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Geologists, butterflies that visit us</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Neon lights, hard to decipher on wedding night</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">like the language of the night sky spreading everywhere</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Clothes swollen by the tide, because of us</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">lack of swing</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Old synagogue, worshiping Cancer</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">It's not impossible either</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Winter, leaving webbed footprints</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The bicephalic eagle splits due to flapping wings</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Workers on the lawn</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">growing unfruitful arms</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">purposefully cut off the entomologist's ears as a souvenir</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">And a mistress, a marvelous fortune</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">like a bird in heat</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">saves its cries for the night.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>