<p class="ql-block">中国先锋艺术论坛。</p><p class="ql-block">作者：依尔福elford。</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">丁香花</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">现在我将离去，丁香花</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">紧绷的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">乳房刚刚成型。傲慢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">像一件乐器</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 尝试给一座城市命名</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">在日记最荒凉的地区</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">没有凝结成有待解释的新词</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">它的紫色到底有什么意义</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">最柔弱无骨的孩子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">从盲目中惊醒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">在漏水的家具旁边，春天到来了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">音乐在钢琴琴键上——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">这个世界最快乐的一群</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">不成对的耳环，痛苦和春天的风</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">它们是缺一不可的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">但她们的影子无处不在</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">带脚蹼的姑娘。池塘的靴子轻轻踢了一下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">走在最前面的一个</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 遂脱离了日常生活境界</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">像一本芳香的翻开的书</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">人们的命运总是和昨天紫色的林子联系在一起</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">而这种倾向是一种死亡的证据</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">当浮出屋顶的上班族</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">因为春天到来，才把自己从旧时光拉回</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">举行仪式的地方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">河流平静得像个慢跑的信使</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">LILACS</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Now I am leaving, lilacs</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">taut</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">breasts just taking shape. Arrogance</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">like a musical instrument</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">attempting to name a city</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">In the desolatiest regions of the diary</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">it has not crystallized into new words awaiting interpretation</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">What, after all, is the meaning of its purple?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The most delicate, boneless child</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">awakens from blindness</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Beside leaky furniture, spring has arrived</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Music on the piano keys——</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The happiest group in this world</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Mismatched earrings, pain, and the spring breeze</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">they are indispensable</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">yet their shadows are everywhere</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The girl with flippers. The pond’s boots gently kicked</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">the one in the lead</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">thus broke free from the realm of daily life</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">like a fragrant, open book</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">People’s destinies are always tied to yesterday’s purple woods</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">and this tendency is evidence of death</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">when office workers emerge from rooftops</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">only spring’s arrival pulls them back from the past</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">To the place where rituals are held</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">the river flows as calmly as a jogging messenger</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>