诗人曰：我知道你是谁

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本文发刊纽约报纸【综合新闻报】891期 奥兰多·西米耶勒：走向国际学术荣誉的文学之旅

奥兰多·西米耶勒（Orlando Simiele）出生于卡塞塔，在萨莱诺省塞雷市佩尔萨诺小镇长大，是当代意大利诗坛颇具特色的声音。自少年时代起，写作便成为他探索内心、记录生命感悟的重要方式。2016年，他出版首部诗集《爱的碎片》（Frammenti d'Amore），2018年出版《生命之泉》（La Fonte della Vita），均由《智者》 （ Il Saggio ）出版社发行。
他的创作从早期的押韵诗歌逐渐转向自由、流畅而富有内省性的诗性表达，主题涵盖爱情、精神世界、生命体验与人类存在。他的语言精致而清晰，兼具思想深度与亲和力，始终追求内容与形式上的真实。对他而言，文学不仅是个人表达，更是进行存在思考、连接不同世代与文化的重要桥梁。
西米耶勒的文学事业获得了多项国内外认可，包括在开罗和伯尔尼获得文学奖项、由 王朝大学学术研究院 （Dynastic University Academic Institute ）授予的语言文学与文学批评荣誉博士学位，以及因其对当代诗歌的贡献进入 维基诗歌 （Wikipoesia ）荣誉体系。2026年2月6日，他以共同创始人身份入选该平台荣誉名册，并于3月21日获得“诗歌百科学”证书。
2025年，他获得墨西哥 全球领导力与高智商联合会 （Global Federation of Leadership and High Intelligence ）授予的文学荣誉博士学位。2026年7月27日，在国际主席、法维尼亚纳的罗伯托·斯基亚沃内亲王殿下（His Serene Highness Dr. Roberto Schiavone of Favignana）的授予下，他又获得萨莱诺 贵族学院希波克拉底学术研究院 （Noble Academy Corpus Hippocraticum of Studies and Research） 颁发的国际诗歌与文学事业奖 希波克拉底第一导师 （Hippocrates Primus Magister），并获其他荣誉性及功绩性学术称号。
除诗歌外，他还活跃于新闻与文化领域，与 《意大利人的声音》 （La Voce agli Italiani、CefaluArt ）等媒体及文化平台合作。他的文章融合个人思考、社会观察与人文关怀，体现出敏锐而细腻的世界意识。
目前，他居住在法国日内瓦附近，却始终与意大利故土保持深厚联系。他的文学实践始终倡导团结、兄弟情谊与跨文化对话。严谨、热情与持续探索构成了他的创作底色。作为一位年轻诗人，他已经展现出成熟而独特的文学声音，并以文学为桥梁，走向更广阔的国际文化舞台。（安左拉·科斯塔） 　　Orlando Simiele and his literary journey towards the international academic award for his poetic and literary career: Hippocrates Primus Magister

Born in Caserta and raised in Persano, a hamlet in the municipality of Serre (Salerno), Orlando Simiele has emerged as one of the most interesting voices in contemporary Italian poetry. Since adolescence, writing has been a tool for introspection: he jots down reflections and verses in simple personal diaries, marking the beginning of a literary vocation that has grown stronger over time.
His first collection of poems, "Frammenti d'Amore" (2016), published by Il Saggio, marked the beginning of a journey that continued in 2018 with "La Fonte della Vita," also published by the same house. Initially devoted to rhyming couplets, Simiele evolved toward a more fluid and introspective poetic prose, focusing on themes such as love, spirituality, and personal experience.
His style combines analytical depth and clarity of exposition, using a refined yet accessible language, without succumbing to sentimentality.
Her research is guided by a constant pursuit of authenticity and truth, both in content and form. Writing thus becomes a tool for existential reflection and the building of cultural bridges, capable of engaging readers across generations.
Simiele's career has been marked by numerous national and international recognitions.
Among the most notable are literary awards in Cairo and Bern, an Honorary Doctorate in Philology and Literary Criticism from the Dynastic University Academic Institute, and inclusion in the Wikipoesia portal for his significant contribution to contemporary poetry (on February 6, 2026, he was inducted into the Honor Roll as a co-founder, receiving a Certificate of Poetic Encyclopedism on March 21, 2026).
In 2025, he received an Honorary Doctorate in Literature from the Global Federation of Leadership and High Intelligence in Mexico, an award that recognizes the impact of his work not only on literature, but also on culture and society.
Recently, on July 27, 2026, through the International President, His Serene Highness Dr. Roberto Schiavone of Favignana, he received the prestigious international award for his poetic and literary career, the Hippocrates Primus Magister (Hippocrates First Master), from the Noble Academy Corpus Hippocraticum of Studies and Research of Salerno, as well as various other honorary and meritorious academic titles awarded by the same esteemed President.
In addition to poetry, Simiele is intensely active in journalism and culture. He collaborates with newspapers and portals such as La Voce agli Italiani in Cosenza and CefaluArt, intertwining personal reflection and social analysis. His articles, including "In the Dances of a Land of Hope" and "Paradiso perduto" (Loss and Search for a Forgotten Inner Peace), demonstrate his ability to observe the world with clarity and sensitivity.
He lives in France, near Geneva, but maintains a strong connection to his roots. His work promotes universal human values: solidarity, brotherhood, and intercultural dialogue. The coherence between thought and action, combined with rigor and passion, makes Simiele an example of how youth can become a resource, not a limitation. His voice resonates authentically, and because he is young, it is already surprisingly mature, destined to leave a lasting mark on the contemporary literary scene.
（Angela Kosta） 永恒的父爱

望着你，寻找那座码头，那方安稳的港湾，
寻找那只曾牵引我脚步的手。
如今，你是一片渐暗的海，
一座正在脚下崩塌的沙堡。
你心智如一本书，任风翻乱，
撕去最动人的篇章；
记忆如落叶，片片飘零，
留下的，是褪去庇荫后的苍茫。
然而，父亲，在这缓慢的消逝中，
你的名字从指间悄然滑落，
我正在学会一种新的方式，
为你递上一杯爱的清泉——
默默地爱你，超越生命。
今夜，即使你已不记得我是谁，
没有关系。
因为我知道你是谁，
对我而言，足矣。
你是仍在跳动的心，
我最深的根，
我生命中永远不会断裂的一部分。
黑暗渐渐逼近，
我握着你的手；
你的记忆渐行渐远，
我替你记住。
爱无需相依，
它是一束光——
在万物熄灭之处，
依然照耀。

The Eternal Fatherly Love

I look at you and I search for the dock, the safe harbor,
the hand that once used to guide my steps.
But today you are a sea growing dark,
a sandcastle giving way below.
Your mind is a book that the wind flips through,
tearing out the pages right at the best part;
a memory falls like a leaf falls,
and you’re left bare, without your cloak anymore.
And yet, Dad, in this slow fading away,
while your own name slips through your fingers,
I’m learning a new way to give you to drink:
to love you in silence, beyond life...
It doesn’t matter if tonight you don’t know who I am,
because I know who you are and that is enough for me.
You are the heartbeat that remains, the true root,
the part of me that never breaks.
I’ll hold your hand while the darkness draws near,
I’ll be your memory if yours gives in,
because love doesn’t need closeness,
it’s a light that shines where everything goes out...


希望之天

夜色转为紫罗兰，
敞开它的门，飞向黎明。

此刻，感到灵魂归来，
如一朵深紫嫣红的花，
风中摇曳，散发幽香。

太阳以恢弘之姿，
从群岛之间探出脸庞。

脚步，一串又一串，
在无尽的行进中，
从未想过停歇。

无人寻求和平，
尽管光明拒绝沉默。

苍穹辽阔，
云朵染上灿金，
浓烈得令人眩目，
转瞬便随风声远去。

渐渐地，
越来越孤独的灵魂开始漂泊。

曾经，天空隐于
躁动与孤寂的帷幕之后；
而今，澄澈如蓝。

大地之上，
迎来宁静一日，
在爱的温度里，
愈发丰盈。

温暖永不消退，
因为爱，
永不败。

Skies of Hope
The night turns purple,
opens its gates and flies toward the dawn.
Now I feel my soul upon me,
it smells like a deep purple-red flower swayed by the wind.
The sun in all its grandeur
peeks out between the islands.
Footsteps and footsteps that in their ceaseless marching
have no intention of stopping.
No one seeks peace,
even though the light refuses to be silent.
The clouds in the vast sky
glow with such intense gold
that in a moment they drift away
carried by the sound of the wind.
Slowly,
ever lonelier souls begin to wander.
Before, the sky was hidden
behind a veil of restlessness and solitude,
but now it has turned blue.
Down here it has welcomed
a serene day,
growing fuller and fuller
with the warmth of love.
That warmth will never falter,
because love will never fail.


我的爱依然在

忠贞的叶子飘落海中，
任由自己坠下，
如蝴蝶舒展双翼。

仿佛新生的孩子，
饱含乳香，啼哭，
又在餍足之后微笑。

你看，
它们在各自的天地里安然欢喜，
如小羊在草甸间静静啃食。

你听，
奔涌的激流时常冲出山谷，
汹涌而下，
汇入那片大海，
在永恒的循环中归来。

从心底，你再次感到
心脏有力的搏动，
一声又一声，
无尽的爱的心跳。

无尽的情感，
包裹在祂崇高的爱中。
年轻人的诗句，
献给造物主的本真。

我的爱依然在，
在这片爱的海洋里。

一次又一次……

黎明时分，
鸟儿远去，
振翅、列阵，
在天空划出优美的轨迹，
如飞机留下的云痕。

海鸥低鸣，
唱出唯一而纯粹的本质。

年轻人不事张扬，
却创造、奏响
最美的乐章。

一颗璀璨的流星坠落，
如清凉的泉水
沿着斜坡缓缓流下。

又一次，
又一次，
再一次——

一个奇迹般的宇宙，
向着无尽的永恒……

MY LOVE REMAINS

Loyal leaves fall to the sea,
they let themselves go
like the wings of butterflies.
They feel like children,
newborns who, nursed, cry
and then, sated, smile.
You see them, blissful in their spaces,
the little lambs grazing in those meadows.
You hear the torrents that, often,
forcefully gush forth
and unfold into that sea
in their eternal return.
From within you feel once more
the beating pulsations of the heart,
the endless beats of love.
Endless emotions wrapped
in His sublime love.
Rhymes of a young man
addressed to the essence of the Creator.
My love remains
in this sea of love.
And again, and again...
Birds that at dawn go away,
flutter, organize themselves
and draw the skies
beautiful like airplanes
that trace their contrails.
Seagulls that intone
the unique essence of song.
Young people who, without boast,
create and play
the most beautiful music.
The fall of a shining shooting star,
like the descending of a
sloping and refreshing spring
and again, again, again
a universe of wonder
toward infinity...

诗歌赏析：

奥兰多·西米耶勒三首诗情感真挚深沉，意象丰富优美，分别从父爱、希望与永恒之爱展开，展现对亲情、生命与爱的深刻思考。语言自然凝练，意境悠远，哲思深厚，情感层层递进，具有独特的艺术感染力与思想价值。（佩英）

Editorials:

Orlando Simiele's three poems are deeply sincere and emotionally profound, featuring rich and beautiful imagery. They explore fatherly love, hope, and eternal love, reflecting deeply on family bonds, life, and love. The language is natural and concise, the imagery is profound and evocative, and the poems are rich in philosophical insight. Their emotions unfold layer by layer, giving the works a distinctive artistic appeal and lasting intellectual value.(Christine Chen)

阿肖克·巴尔加瓦（Ashok Bhargava），一位居住在加拿大的双语诗人、作家，其诗歌探索友谊、人性与自我发现。他拥有经济学硕士学位，已出版八部诗集及一部诗歌选集。曾获卡利达萨国际奖、世界诗歌终身成就奖等荣誉，并创办加拿大国际作家网络协会。 迟疑的清晨

桌上的杯子
盛着昨夜的茶——
薄薄一层茶膜，
无人愿触。

清晨不问
你曾携来什么。

它只是
静静等待。

房间另一端，
一把椅子
还记得
那个人的重量——
而他，
再不会回来。

站在那里，
久过了所需要的时间，
仿佛时光
终会察觉。

然而，
它没有。

你心中
有什么在移动。
不是希望，
也不是光。

只是——
还在移动。

A Hesitant Morning

The cup on the table
holds yesterday’s tea—
a thin skin
no one wants to touch.

Morning doesn’t ask
what you carried in.

It waits.

Across the room,
a chair remembers
the weight of someone
who isn’t coming back.

You stand there
longer than necessary—
as if time might notice.

It doesn’t.

Something in you moves.
Not hope.
Not light.

Only movement.

寂静之声

或许以为，
听不见
寂静之声

但我确信——
你听见了。

你以为
它一言不发，
其实，
它诉说得深沉。

感受它的存在，
它栖息于花朵之间，
轻轻依偎，
任微风温柔掠过。

起身吧，
只需静静凝望，
不必追问它将通向何方——

因为寂静知道，
路在哪里。

Sound of Silence

You may think
you don’t know
the sound of silence.
Yet I am certain—you hear it.

You think
it says nothing,
when in truth
it speaks deeply.

Feel its presence
resting in blossoms,
gently holding one another
as the breeze touches them
with care.

Rise, and simply observe,
without asking where it leads—
for silence knows
the path.


无限

终于，
那一刻来临——
触碰化为神圣，
在永恒的相逢中
成为一种祝福，
映入凝望者的眼眸。

错过的岁月重新展开——
数十载渴望相见，
长久沉睡于时光深处。

此刻，面对面相见，
如一场达善（Darshan），
喇嘛列队穿行于
时空的仪轨之中

仿佛连无限
也停下脚步，
静静见证我们。

Infinity

A moment finally arrives—
where touch turns sublime
in an eternal meeting;
a blessing
to the eyes of the spectacle.
Missing years unfold—
decades of desire to meet,
long dormant beneath time.
Now, face to face darshan,
under the regiment of lamas
that move through time and space,
as if infinity itself
has paused to witness us.


月花记忆

一声微弱的回响苏醒——
追寻被遗忘的往昔，
从曾经知晓的一切中，
拾起一瓣瓣月花。

它穿越遗忘，
走向沉默，那开始记忆的地方。

根，在寂静中松开，
重新栽入无名的土壤。

而我，
依然无人认领。

Moon-Flower Memory

A faint echo stirs—
tracing what was forgotten,
gathering moon-flower petals
from what was once knew.

It moves through forgetting,
where silence begins to remember.m

Roots release in silence,
replanted in unnamed soil.
I remain unclaimed.


月花·第二章

一个寂静的侦探者
在我体内缓缓行走，
追踪我自身沉默的回声。

手指伸向月花，
寻找它们曾经熟悉的东西。

微弱的回响
停留在花瓣之间，
仿佛记忆
正在无名之中呼吸。

循着某种未完成之物的气息——
那一声低语，
几乎就要化作光。

在这幽暗的展开中，
我开始记起——
那些从未真正
失去的东西。

Moon-Flower Part 2

A quiet sleuth moves within me, tracing the hush of my own silence.
Fingers reach for moon-flowers,
searching for what they once knew.

A faint echo lingers in their petals,
as if memory breathes without a name.
I follow the scent of something unfinished—
a whisper that almost becomes light.
In that dim unfolding,
I begin to remember what was never lost.


摇曳的火焰

已不是同一泓水——
只是看起来相似。
时光重新勾勒它的边缘。

你在改变；
空气每日
触碰着不同的肌肤。

曾经柔软的，
已被岁月磨砺成形。

昨日关上了门——
并非消失，
只是换了一种模样。

然而，一簇微小的火焰仍在：
不曾凝固，
始终延续，
把曾经的自己
带入此刻。

你将一个个自我
如沉积物般拾起——
一层，又一层；
每一个都是新的，
又都从往昔中诞生。

深度从不请示，
便悄然抵达。

过去松开了手，
却没有离去。

当下也从未
拥有最终的形状。

你从来不是从前的你——
却也从未
彻底成为另一个人。

在流动中独一无二，
尚未完成，
却清晰而笃定——

被召唤着不断成为
那个既是记忆，
也是抵达的自己。

 Flickering Flame

It’s not the same water—
it only looks the same.
Time redraws its edges.
You change;
air meets a different skin each day.

What was soft
is weathered into form.
Yesterday closes its door—
not gone, but altered.

Still, a small flame holds:
not fixed, yet continuous,
carrying its own before into its now.

You gather selves like sediment—
layer by layer,
each new, each born of what was.

Depth arrives without asking.
The past loosens, but does not leave.
The present keeps no final shape.

You are never the same—
yet never entirely other.

Singular in motion,
unfinished, yet precise—
called into a becoming
that is both memory
and arrival.

诗歌赏析：

阿肖克·巴尔加这组诗作情感内敛深沉，意象独特丰富，以清晨、寂静、月花、火焰等意象书写记忆、时间、失去与自我成长，语言简洁而富有哲思。中英文译文整体流畅，较好保留了原诗的意境与情感张力。

Editorials:

Ashok Bhargava's collection of poems is emotionally restrained yet profound, featuring distinctive and evocative imagery. Through images of morning, silence, moon-flowers, and flames, the poems explore memory, time, loss, and personal growth. The language is concise yet philosophical, while the Chinese and English versions remain fluent and effectively preserve the original poems’ atmosphere and emotional depth.(Christine Chen)

大卫·艾格尔顿 ,新西兰诗人和作家，目前担任《Landfall Review Online》（《登陆 在线评论 》）主编。
他曾获新西兰桂冠诗人。其诗选《The Wilder Years: Selected Poems》（《狂野岁月：诗选》）于2021年由奥塔哥大学出版社出版；《Respirator: A Laureate Collection 2019–2022》（《呼吸器：2019–2022桂冠诗集》）于2023年由奥塔哥大学出版社出版。2025年，其诗集《Lifting the Island: Poems》（《托起这座岛：诗歌》）由美国红母鸡出版社（Red Hen Press）出版。 献给加布里埃尔风暴之歌

驱车远行，
一路开到天涯，
最终会抵达一个地方——
那里只有“气候变化”之类的空谈。
乘私人飞机当然更快，
可亿万富翁说，他们还没到过；
企业巨头也不相信，
自己有一天真的会到达。

那里，温室气体只是滚烫空气，
地球根本不在乎
你是否还活在这里。

再放飞一枚气象气球吧，
撞向死寂的月亮。
你最喜欢的河流，
现在还敢下水游泳吗？
已经有毒，
抑或一触即燃？

再度地球日。
冒着喧闹，
而世界各地的原始森林
早已被连根拔起，
只为腾出地方，
种更多的棕榈油。

城市规划者，
抱着“草坪修得越整齐越好”的思维，
有的醉眼朦胧，
有的啜着淡而无味的茶，
眼睁睁看着洪水漫过城市。

赤道仿佛越来越宽，
奥克兰也越来越多土地泡在水里。
世界在下滑，在倾斜。

昔日缓慢移动的冰川，
如今像一只急着赶路的骆驼，
一路向着炙热的终点奔去。

好好享受这趟旅程吧。
只是如果你感到厌倦，
很抱歉——
我们已经找不到紧急刹车闸 。

大地之母在融化的冰层下呻吟，
沙袋垒起的郊区城堡摇摇欲坠；
住在里面的人，
纸面上都是百万富翁，
却连搬家的钱都无。

漂浮的海绵是什么？
不过是一团纠结的头发。

几乎每隔一天，
就有一场异常风暴。
这样的日子不能再继续。
我们说：
必须改变。

在碳汇深处，
洪水臭气熏天地奔涌。
一个月的雨量，
如今集中在一次暴雨里，
十分钟倾泻而尽，
不给片刻寻找庇护的时间。

洪水甚至从管道倒灌回来。
所谓现代生活，
一切都要算利润与成本：
那就把水统统抽到街上吧，
代价又有什么关系？

千年一遇的洪水，
如今竟成了“下周再见”的寻常。
灾难的规模，
足以媲美最夸张的灾难大片——
只是这一次，
没有好莱坞式的结局。

泥泞、腐朽的大地，
绿植被被践踏成浆；
残枝败木堵塞水流，
泥浆漫成一片。

霍克斯湾的灾区，
人们甚至与移动厕所为伍；
一切脱离轨道，
进入暴雨后的漫长重建。

而这里唯一的“总理”，
是那台推动泥浆的泥泵机。


Ode to Cyclone Gabrielle

If you get in your car, and drive very far,
eventually you come to Climate Blah, Blah, Blah.
It’s quicker by private jet,
but billionaires claim not to have got there yet,
and corporates don’t expect they ever will.
It‘ s where greenhouse gases are a lot of hot air,
and the planet doesn’t really care if you are here.
Get ready to send up another weather balloon
to bounce off the dead moon.
Is your favourite river still swimmable —
or is it toxic and flammable?
It’s Earth Day again,
and crowds are raucous in the rain,
with ancient forests extirpated root and branch
from all reaches of the globe,
for more palm-tree-oil groves,
as town planners with a mowed-lawn mentality,
blinded by beer goggles or sipping insipid tea,
watch floodwaters taking over.
The width of the equator has become greater,
and Auckland‘ s underwater a lot.
It’s on the slide. It’s tipping.
What was once glacials
moves at the speed of a camel, hot-to-trot.
Enjoy the ride, but if you’re feeling bored,
we’ve lost the emergency cord.
Mother Earth gurgles beneath ice-melt,
and sandbagged suburban castles wobble;
each is the home of a paper millionaire,
who cannot afford to move from there.
That floating sponge is made of matted hair.
There’s another freak storm every other day;
things can’ t afford to stay this way;
things have got to change, we say
Down in the carbon sink,
the water goes like stink.
A month’s supply of rain is arriving in one block
to fall for just ten solid minutes,
and to fall before you have time to shelter.
There’s overflow pouring back up the pipes,
as what we call modern life calculates profit and loss,
so just pump it all over the street,
and let’s not worry about the cost,
as the one-in-a-thousand-year flood
just became the one next week,
promising destruction of disaster movie proportions,
with no Hollywood ending.
In the boggy, loggy panorama

of land beaten to a green pulp,
with choked-up swash of slash,
there’s slurry that’s turned to slop.
They have met their portaloo
on the battlefields of Hawkes Bay,
and they have veered off the rails
into hard rain recovery country.
The only Prime Minister
is the prime mover of mud.


探险家道格拉斯先生

鸟鸣此起彼伏，传遍海岸。
你穿行群岛，听海浪在远方翻涌。
铁锅蒸汽升起，群山在雾中起伏；
海图上一片空白，
却标出了这里。

怀表链轻轻垂落，
任时光一寸寸流走。
以天空中盘旋的猛禽辨认方向。
一只几维鸟低头掘土，
长喙便是它的手杖。

一道雨中彩虹，
究竟在诉说什么？

曾微不足道，
不过是一声甲虫的轻鸣；
风筝骤然颤响，
你随之跃起，
却又跌进自己摊开的倒影。

身体一半开始腐朽，
灵魂却愈发不安，
飞向远山，
静静栖在山巅，
俯视脚下腐躯。

Mr Explorer Douglas

Bird cries soar from shore to shore.
You compass islands to hear surf roll.
Above iron pot's steam, ranges writhe.
Blank spaces on charts mark this place.
My watch chain dangles time away.
I take bearings from raptors on the wing.
A kiwi digs with beak walking stick.
What does that rainbowed rain declare?
I was no more than a beetle click,
when I leapt up as a kite rattles,
and fell into my sprawled reflection.
When half of me rotted away, my soul
grew restless and flew to a mountain,
and perched there silent, over carrion.


红宝石

红宝石，是抑或不是红宝石？
这才是问题所在。
一抹宝石般的红，
晕染在雨后的水洼；
若时光宽裕，天地辽阔，
可寻得更多红宝石，
反复寻觅于石头与言辞之间。

利爪般的扣环将它牢牢攫住，
鞋跟清脆，三声轻响；
珠光倏然隐去，
雨水浸透的 新西兰铁树红花。
圣所幽微的光，
念珠温润的微芒，
帝国掠夺来的珍宝，
最终碾作满地璀璨的碎屑。

镶满宝石的棺椁化作残垣，
石榴裂成两半；
批改笔尖的一抹朱红，
夜空烟火细密的光丝，
一串串亮起的灯火，
锋利的切面转动，
折射出变幻的光芒。

热风扇动，吹旺余烬，
野樱桃泛起深红；
冷酷的目光灼然逼视，
法律的封蜡猩红而庄严，

刀锋滴落寒光；
龙血，
也是斟入玻璃杯的葡萄酒，
浮着深沉的红。
一个无瑕的瞬间——
色泽丰盈，意味深长，
亦是最圆满、最浓郁的收束。

Ruby

Ruby or not ruby, aye, there’s the rub,
a rubious light smeared in rain puddles,
rueful, had we but world enough and time
to more rubies find, stone in paraphrase.
Held by claw-clasp, three clicks of slipper heels,
bling exed-out, or sodden rātā blossom,
sanctuary glow, rosary bead gleam,
loot of empires crunched to spangled candy.
Gemmed casket rubble, pomegranates halved,
scrawled red tip of a correction marker,
night's firework filaments, string bulbs lit up,
cut-true axes turning their refractions.
Heat's fanned ember, wild cherry rubescence,
cruel eyes' glare, law's wax seal, dripping knife,
dragon's blood, sheen of wine poured in a glass –
flawless moment, fuller, richer finish. 诗歌赏析：

大卫·艾格尔顿三首诗题材广泛，语言灵动，兼具现实关怀与历史文化意蕴。《献给加布里埃尔风暴之歌》以风暴书写气候危机与人类反思，《探险家道格拉斯先生》充满探索精神与生命哲思，《红宝石》则以繁复瑰丽的意象展现色彩之美与历史沉淀。三诗体现了诗人敏锐的观察力、丰富的想象力和深厚的文学功底，具有鲜明而独特的艺术魅力。

Editorials:

David Eggleton’s three poems cover a wide range of subjects and are characterized by lively, evocative language, combining social awareness with historical and cultural significance. “Ode to Cyclone Gabrielle” uses the storm to address the climate crisis and prompt reflection on humanity; “Mr Explorer Douglas” is imbued with a spirit of exploration and philosophical reflections on life; while “Ruby” employs rich and dazzling imagery to reveal the beauty of color and the weight of history. Together, the three poems demonstrate the poet’s keen observation, vivid imagination, and profound literary craftsmanship, creating a distinctive and compelling artistic appeal.(Christine Chen)

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