每一枚土豆芽眼为一星 Siyoung Doung/Lyudmila B./Hongying Lin/

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<h5><div>The above was published in New York newspaper Compact News Edition #883</div><div>以上发刊纽约【综合新闻报】第883期</div></h5> 汉译:佩英 ( Translated by Christine Chen) 董诗英博士（Dr. Siyoung Doung）韩国，诗人、文学学者，汉阳大学文学博士。著有多部诗集及文学研究著作，获韩国佛教文学大奖、东国文学奖等重要奖项。现任韩国世界文学协会会长。Dr. Siyoung Doung (South Korea) is a poet and literary scholar with a Ph.D. in Korean Language and Literature from Hanyang University. Author of numerous poetry collections and critical studies, she has received major Korean literary awards, including the Korean Buddhist Literature Grand Prize and the Dongguk Literary Award. She currently serves as President of the Korean Association of World Literature. 削土豆，削宇宙감자를 깎다가 우주를 깎다 削土豆削宇宙。火星之眼，木星之眼，每一枚土豆芽眼为一星。大地深处，土豆早已孕育宇宙。其圆如穹，眼为星辰，亦为生命。每削一刀，星之城门次第开启。群星之声，倾泻而出。 Peeling Potatoes, Peeling the Cosmos While peeling potatoes,I peeled the cosmos. A Martian eye,a Jovian eye,Each sprouting eye on a potato is a star. Beneath the earth,the potato has long been creating a universe. In its rounded cosmos,the eyes are stars,the eyes are lives. Whenever I peel a potato,one by one there openthe castle gates of the stars. A tumultuous cry from the stars comes pouring down. 词语之天，极光升起말의 하늘에 오로라가 뜬다 雪落时分，天地互致雪色问候。风中，太初之唇吹奏一管幽笛。庭前之树，一线垂入银河钓丝。一只优雅的白天鹅，在空白的羽翼上书写诗篇。词语的天空中，极光升起。流动的星光进入诗中，舞蹈片刻，悄然远去。夜里，宇宙微小，坐我身旁，轻轻嬉戏。 An Aurora Rises in the Sky of Words Snow falls,and heaven and earth exchange snowy greetings. Within the wind,the primordial lips play a flute. The tree before the yardis a fishing line cast into the Milky Way. A graceful swanwrites poetry upon the wings of blank paper. An aurora rises in the sky of words. Passing starlight enters the poem,dances for a while, and moves on. At night, the universe becomes very small,sitting beside me, playing. 诗歌赏析：董诗英博士以深厚的文学学养与独特的诗性想象，在韩国当代诗坛形成鲜明风格。其诗作善于从日常事物中开启宇宙意识，将自然、生命与语言融为富有哲思的诗意空间，意象空灵而富于象征，兼具东方美学意蕴与现代诗歌精神。作为诗人、学者及文学组织者，她在文学创作、理论研究与国际文学交流领域均作出了重要贡献。(佩英)Editorials:Dr. Siyoung Doung is a distinguished South Korean poet and literary scholar whose work reflects profound intellectual depth and a distinctive poetic imagination. Her poetry transforms ordinary objects into gateways to the cosmos, seamlessly integrating nature, life, and language into a richly philosophical and lyrical vision. Characterized by luminous imagery, symbolic resonance, and a harmonious fusion of Eastern aesthetics with modern poetic sensibility, her writing possesses both artistic refinement and spiritual depth. As a poet, scholar, and literary leader, she has made significant contributions to creative writing, literary criticism, and the promotion of international literary and cultural exchange.（By Christine Chen) 柳德米拉·博戈斯洛娃（Lyudmila Bogoslovovа）保加利亚瓦尔纳诗人兼公证员，七部诗集作者，活跃于多国诗歌节与文学组织，作品被译多语并广泛发表。曾获“光之使者”称号及UHE“金鹰奖”（2026），现为国际诗歌与作家组织成员。 Lyudmila Bogoslovova is a poet and notary public from Varna, Bulgaria, and the author of seven poetry collections. She has long been active in international poetry festivals and literary organizations. Her works have been widely published and translated into multiple languages. She has been awarded the title “Ambassador of Light” and received the UHE “Golden Eagle Award” in 2026. She is currently a member of several international poetry and writers’ associations. 兵马俑——世界第八大奇迹 THE TERRACOTTA WARRIORS <div>ТЕРАКОТЕНИТЕ ВОЙНИЦИ</div><div> </div>见黄土中的武士， 甲衣如光，引人驻目， 令凝视者生出惊奇与欣悦—— 红土之上，列阵森严， 骏马环绕，盔甲整肃， 骑士般肃立成军。 黄土兵俑，承载王朝余响， 兴亡、盛衰与更替一一带回； 携残余的毒与灰烬， 丝帛、织物与琉璃—— 皆随岁月再度流转。 以目光凝视我， 如最后胜利的余辉。 阳光触及处， 陶质的丝与甲微微显现。 黄土兵士，从无悔意， 为守护，为威慑。 立其隐秘之侧，至今犹记， 其微光我心长存。 山丘深处掩埋工坊， 静研磨真相。 被开启的书页仍在沉睡， 已被阅读，仍未读懂。 THE TERRACOTTA WARRIORS THE EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD I see the warriors of Huang… And their uniforms invite Eyes curious and I delight In that red soil and each rank, The horses nearby and hood All ordered in a knightly stood. Huang’s warriors – they all succeed In bringing back the dynasty, the deed, The fall and the elation of ascendants, The poison that lay in their remnants; The silk, the fabric and the glass – They all came back at us to pass. Huang’s soldiers all they look at me With the eyes of their last victory. Touched by the sun I see appear Their ceramic silk and gear. Huang’s soldiers – they do not regret Being both the guardians and threat. I stood by their secret. Now I recall. And their spark in me I keep in stall. The buried workshop in the hill Shall keep the truth in its own mill. The book that opened lies in brood Though read, remains misunderstood. 火山口 VOLKANO’S CRATER Кратера на вулкана 八月巨大群山， 如海水与泡沫， 被恐怖三叉戟一瞬掀起， 汹涌逼近。 任其吞没， 默许海神震怒； 奋力跃出， 天空便降下雷霆闪电。 海与天的力量， 将秘密藏入火山炽热之口。 深入火山口， 或许能听见 开启力量的魔法之钥。 我必须听见那声音。 若能承受这重击， 我将告诉你…… VOLKANO’S CRATER Huge August mountains Of sea foam and water Raised in a flash By a fearful trident Rush towards me. If I let them sweep over me It is as if I have let Neptune wreak his wrath. If I resist and dare jump, The sky will send Its thunder and lightning. The power – sea and sky – Hides its secrets in the burning Mouth of the volcano. If I go down its crater Maybe I will hear The magic key of their strength. I have to hear the voice. If I withstand the blow, I will tell you… 日之沙 Sun Sand 愿赠你—— 一捧星辰为礼， 金色闪烁， 如日之沙。 你会看见， 独自生活并非苦事。 心开启， 悄然潜入他人心中。 会微笑， 笑声如魅， 周遭一切生辉。 冰晶忽然—— 破碎。 世界浮现诱惑轮廓， 熟悉又陌生， 在斑斓与光影中闪烁。 一个几乎与昨日相同的世界， 已全然改变： 小海鸥 微型村落的贝壳， 喧闹多彩的船只 被你视作星际港口。 炽烈阳光 令你错觉—— 立于光山之巅， 掌心仰望星辰， 万花筒般旋转中 奔向一座舞动的岛屿， 有忧郁蓝调， 与急促的节奏。 你心呼唤： “今日起舞， 明日或无鞋可穿。” “今日离开， 明日或无路可走。” 我欣然接受你的礼物。 Sun Sand I want to give you - A handful of stars - as a gift, With golden sparkles Like sun sands. And you will see It’s not that bad to live alone. Your heart will open And you will creep In other people’s hearts. You will smile Your laughter will charm Everyone around. The ice crystal will suddenly B r e a k And the world will loom in allure. A world so familiar In its outline Yet so unknown In its motley And sparkling glare. One world, almost the same As the one yesterday, yet So changed that the small seagulls Look like miniature village shells. The noisy colorful boats You perceive as space ports. The scorching sun Gives the illusion that You stand on the sunny mountain Staring from my palm at the stars Moving in a kaleidoscope To a dancing island With sad blues And fast rhythms. Hearing your heart - calls: “Dance today, you may Not have shoes Tomorrow.” “Leave today, you may Not see the road Tomorrow.” I am happy with your gift. 诗歌赏析：柳德米拉·博戈斯洛娃的诗歌兼具史诗气象与抒情品格，以丰沛的想象力和象征性意象，将历史、自然与生命体验融汇于富有哲思的诗意表达之中。其作品语言凝练而富有节奏，既展现对文明记忆与人类命运的深切关注，也传递对自由、希望与精神力量的礼赞。作为活跃于国际文坛的诗人，她在诗歌创作、跨文化传播与国际文学交流方面均具有广泛影响力。（佩英）Editorials:Lyudmila Bogoslovova’s poetry combines epic vision with lyrical sensitivity, transforming history, nature, and human experience into richly symbolic and philosophically resonant verse. Her writing is marked by vivid imagination, refined language, and rhythmic elegance, expressing both a profound awareness of cultural memory and a deep concern for the human spirit. Through her exploration of freedom, hope, and inner resilience, she creates poetry of lasting emotional and artistic power. As an internationally active poet, she has made significant contributions to contemporary poetry, intercultural literary dialogue, and the promotion of international literary and cultural exchange.（By Christine Chen)诗歌赏析：柳德米拉·博戈斯洛沃娃（Lyudmila Bogoslovova）的诗歌宁静而睿智，展现出成熟圆融的艺术风格。她的诗真诚而富于心灵告白，具有深刻的感染力。诗中充满了对美与善、对人性的热爱与信仰，也蕴含着一种源自民族根脉与生命本源的原始力量。诗人依托祖辈世代相传的智慧，在自己细腻敏锐的感悟中重新思考、不断丰富，并希望将这份精神财富传递给子孙后代。让它借着她心灵的“钢琴”继续奏响，让“我的色雷斯传奇”永远鲜活；让连接传统的丝线始终坚韧，让“罗多彼编织的地毯”长存于世；让多弦而绚丽的《罗多彼之歌》永不停息。直至它奔向大海，化作力量与永恒的象征，将这首歌远远传扬，成为照亮人类心灵最美光辉的源泉。诗人始终执着地寻找善良。她愿意接纳一切，也愿意宽恕一切，唯独无法接受的是：“我无法习惯／人们心中的／坏天气。”我们也永远不应对此习以为常。我们必须铭记：“精神是永恒的”，而爱是我们“永恒的守护者”。这正是柳德米拉·博戈斯洛沃娃在她的诗歌中所坚信并深情表达的信念。——瓦尼娅·科列娃（Vania Koleva）Editorial:Quiet and wise, the poems of Lyudmila Bogoslovova sound mastered. Sincere and confessional, impactful. With love and faith – in beauty and goodness, in humanity. And with a primal strength coming from the sense of one's roots.The poet relies on the knowledge passed down by her ancestors, which she has rethought and enriched through her fine sensitivity, in order to pass it on to her children and grandchildren. And for it to live on – through the music of her heart, "piano". So that "my Thracian legend" remains alive. So that the thread is strong and "the rugs that Rhodope weaves" exist. So that the sounds of the multi-stringed and full-coloured "Rhodopian Song" never cease. And reaching the sea as a "decor of strength" and infinity, this song to be carried – as a source of the brightest in human souls.The poet constantly searches for goodness. She would accept everything, she would forgive everything, except: "I cannot get used / to the bad weather / in people's hearts". We must never get used to it. We are obliged to remember – "the spirit is eternal", and love is our "eternal / guardian". This is what Lyudmila Bogoslovova believes and confesses in her poems.(By Vania Koleva) 林虹瑛，台湾台中出生，现居日本，东吴大学日文系毕业，东京外国语大学语言学博士，现任自由译者与大学讲师。曾参与多国国际诗歌节，其诗收入《奥德赛世界诗人国际诗选2020》。 <div>Hongying Lin， born in Taichung County, Taiwan, subsequently settled in Taipei. She graduated from the Department of Japanese Language and Literature at Soochow University, Taiwan, and later pursued advanced studies in Japan as a government-sponsored international student under the Japan–Taiwan Exchange Association scholarship program. She ultimately earned her Ph.D. in Linguistics from Tokyo University of Foreign Studies. She currently resides in Japan, working as a freelance translator and university lecturer.</div><div> </div><div> </div>2019年8月東吳全球校友會泰國曼谷後記 我們是四散在各地的繁星 互相遙望 眨眼換訊息 一年一度聚會 圍在銀河做的營火 牽手跳舞 靈魂碰撞共鳴 上次見面以來的人生 夢想如煙火般 此起彼落 盛開一朵又一朵 回憶書寫如瀑布 或涓流 或澎湃滿溢 東吳 因為在那裏著實活過 一個共同的想像 銀河中心那顆 耀眼恆星 我們接著以光速四散 回到各自的家 從那天起 開始仰望星空 扳起手指 數 再見的日子 August 2019 Soochow University Global Alumni Association Bangkok, Thailand Afterword We are stars scattered across the heavens, Gazing at one another from afar, Exchanging messages with a blink. Our annual gathering, Circling around a campfire made of the Milky Way, Holding hands and dancing, Our souls colliding and resonating, The lives we’ve lived since we last met. Dreams, like fireworks, Flaring up here and there, Blooming one after another. The writing of memories flows like a waterfall— Sometimes a trickle, Sometimes a surging torrent. Soochow University— because we truly lived there— a shared vision: that dazzling fixed star at the center of the galaxy. Then we scatter at the speed of light, returning to our respective homes. From that day on, I began gazing at the starry sky, holding up my fingers, counting the days until we meet again. 女王頭-台灣新北市野柳地質公園 沒有崇拜 如何登上寶座 區區 四千歲蕈狀岩 日漸消瘦的頸 眾人用眺望掛上 海枯石爛的秘密 用閃光燈 切割妳 王之光環 風雨侵蝕的臉 看不見 跕腳相思 愈見美麗的 等待 (到底他是誰呢？) 形骸崩壞前 沉默依舊 剩下 紛紜的二十年也好 深刻被愛過 無論時間短長 也罷 The Queen's Head Rock- Yeliu Geopark in New Taipei City, Taiwan Without worships How could one ascent the throne? A merely Four- thousand- year- old mushroom Rock A neck thinning day by day With their distant gazes The crowds hang upon you Secrets of oceans running dry With the flash Of their cameras Cutting your royal halo Your face Eroded by rain and wind They can't see The tip-toed yearning The waiting That grows more beautiful with time (Who, exactly is he?) Before the form finally crumbles The silence remains as it was Whether only Twenty turbulent years linger To have been deeply loved No matter How brief the time Is enough 窗-Covid19 我在夢裡聽見建築物哀嚎 燈打破漆黑 哭不出來的寂靜 分不出喘息嘆息 未知與疫病交纏 一團一團拖著沈重時間 由朦朧明月 如拋物線跌落 奈落深淵起漣漪 前仆後繼 一圈一圈擴大增幅顫動 血跡斑斑的世界地圖 打開武漢之窗 潘朵拉的盒子 人性穿梭夾縫 玻璃映照瞬間 是我 尖叫扭曲的臉 Window-Covid19 I heard the buildings wailing in my dreams Light shattered the pitch-black darkness A silence too choked to cry Gasps and sighs indistinguishable The unknown intertwined with plague Mass after mass, dragging heavy clumps of time From the hazy, dim-lit moon Falling like a parabola Striking ripples in the abyss of Naraka One after another they plunge Circles expanding, amplifying, trembling —The blood-stained map of the world Opening the Window of Wuhan Pandora’s box Humanity threading through the crevices The glass mirrors the instant— It is I— My face Screaming and distorted. 九十歲的原爆 任務途中 廣島蕈狀雲 見證存在 肉身化為夢魘凶宅 熔解 自體靈作祟 阿鼻地獄叫喚 分秒尾隨 說不出 寫不下 忘不了 放不掉 讀破宗教哲學 拯救不了 一瞬閃光分離 純白年少 死亡懸念如蜘蛛網 活祭品 窮極一生 掙扎 時間酷刑緩慢進行 九十歲的原爆 A Ninety-year-old Genbaku Victim On a mission Witnessed The Hiroshima mushroom cloud And the fragile trace of existence Your body Transformed into a house of nightmares Haunted by your own melted soul The calling from Avici Hell Stalking around every second Couldn’t speak out Couldn’t write down Couldn’t forget with ease Couldn’t let go Study through all religion and philosophy Still unable to save The pure, white youth Torn away in a splash -flash Death suspense Is like a spider’s web Live sacrificial offering Struggling In the center Penal servitude for life A ninety-year-old Hibakusha Time is ticking Cruelly slow 囚 靈魂無法掙脫 這身體構成世界的道理 烈日如箭 從任何可能角度滲入 踏在影子做的玻璃花窗上走 究極深黑與冷漠 防曬 光沒有溫度 汗以能量形式噴出 踩著虛無記憶的陰影 一如某種不可視的 普世規則 我反覆思索 困在這裡的理由 如果被自己產出的 極小黑洞吞噬 烈火焚盡 瞬間重生的我 能否 找得到出口 TRAPPED Soul can't break free From the world this body makes sense of The sun is like an arrow Penetrating from any possible angle Walking on shadows windowpane made of Extreme darkness and indifference. Anti sunburn The light has no temperature Sweat pours out in the form of energy Treading on the shadows of a void of memory Like some kind of invisible universal rule I ponder over and over again The reason for being trapped here. If I were to be swallowed up by a tiny black hole Of my own making Burnt out by fire then Instantly reborn Could I find a way out? <div>诗歌赏析： 林虹瑛的诗歌融汇跨文化视野与深刻的人文关怀，以细腻敏锐的语言探索历史记忆、生命困境与现代社会经验。其作品善于借自然景观、历史事件及日常意象展开哲思，兼具理性思辨与情感张力，在现实关怀与诗性想象之间取得平衡。作为诗人、语言学者与译者，她以多元文化背景促进国际文学交流，在当代华语诗歌创作与跨文化传播领域展现出鲜明特色与持续影响力。（佩英）</div><div>Editorials:</div><div>Hongying Lin’s poetry is distinguished by its intercultural perspective and profound humanistic vision, exploring historical memory, existential dilemmas, and contemporary experience through refined and perceptive language. Her work skillfully transforms natural landscapes, historical events, and everyday imagery into philosophical reflections, achieving a compelling balance between intellectual inquiry and emotional depth. Blending realism with poetic imagination, her writing resonates across cultural boundaries. As a poet, linguist, translator, and educator, she has made meaningful contributions to contemporary Chinese-language poetry and the promotion of intercultural literary dialogue, demonstrating a distinctive artistic voice and a sustained commitment to international literary exchange.（By Christine Chen）</div> （所有作品均获作者授权）