刊 首 詩
寫了四行關於水的詩
我一口氣喝掉三行
另外一行
在你的體內結成了冰柱
寫了五行關於火的詩
兩行燒茶
兩行留到冬天取暖
剩下的一行
送給你在停電的晚上讀我
Wrote four lines of a poem about water
I drank three lines in one breath
Another line
Became Icicle inside your body
Wrote five lines of a poem about fire
Two lines for brewing tea
Two lines being kept for warmth in winter
The remaining line
Give to you to read me on the night of the power outage
——選自洛夫《水與火》｜譯：蔡宏榮
本 期 選 編
【休斯頓詩苑】蔡克霖 張子清
網 頁 製 作 編 輯
Vivian-雯
詩 刊 編 輯
朱美婷
目 錄
駱一禾《燦爛平息》｜譯：西風
綠原詩三首 ｜譯：紫若藍
屠岸詩二首｜譯：章燕
星子安娜譯詩二首
「彼岸唱和」詩譯二首
蔡克霖《成都夜雨》｜譯：孔小呆
朗迪拉詩二首｜譯：蔡宏榮
君特·威廉·格拉斯詩二首｜譯：Vivian-雯
牛漢詩二首 ｜ 譯：西風
蘇朱雙語詩：《粉碎的藥片——雪粉》
埃里克·潘基詩三首
佩英譯詩二首
聶魯達詩二首｜譯：阿鐘
駱 一 禾（中國）
【作者簡介】駱一禾（1961年2月6日～1989年5月31日），男，北京人。1979年9月入北京大學中國語言文學系。1984年9月畢業任北京《十月》雜志編輯。1983年開始發表詩作和詩論，1988年參加《詩刊》舉辦的青春詩會，他死於腦血管大面積出血（腦溢血），年僅28歲。在他死後的第二年，春風文藝出版社出版了他的長詩《世界的血》。
【譯者簡介】西風，江蘇丹徒人。1995年畢業於北京大學技術物理系，2002年在威廉瑪麗學院（The College of William and Mary）獲物理學博士學位。現於美國國家航空航天局（NASA）從事計算材料物理與凝聚態理論的研究。北大五四文學社成員，在海外繼續創作和發表詩歌。Xifeng was born in Dantu, Jiangsu. He graduated from the Department of Technical Physics at Peking University in 1995, and received a Ph.D. in Physics from The College of William and Mary in 2002. He is currently engaged in research on computational materials physics and condensed matter theory at NASA. A former member of the May 4th Literary Society of Peking University, he continues to write and publish poetry overseas.
燦爛平息
這一年春天的雷暴
不會將我們輕輕放過
天堂四周萬物生長，天堂也在生長
松林茂密
生長密不可分
留下天堂，秋天肅殺，今年讓莊稼揮霍在土地
我不收割
留下天堂，身臨其境
秋天歌唱，滿臉是家鄉燈火：
這一年春天的雷暴不會將我們輕輕放過
Brilliant Tranquility
The thunderstorms of this spring
Won’t let us go effortlessly.
Everything grows around heaven, and heaven grows.
The pine forest is dense.
The growth is entangled.
Save the heaven, in a bleak autumn. Let the crops be squandered on the land this year.
I won’t reap.
Save the heaven, remain personally on the scene.
Autumn is singing, full of hometown lights on the face.
The thunderstorms of this spring won’t let us go effortlessly.
綠 原 （中國）
【作者簡介】 綠原（1922—2009），原名劉仁甫，曾用譯名劉半九。詩人、作家、翻譯家、編輯家。湖北黃陂人。獲第37屆斯特魯加國際詩歌節金環獎的中國作家 。二十世紀四十年代在詩壇廣受關注，早期詩作《小時候》被收入台灣教科書。抗戰勝利前後，綠原的愛國戰鬥詩篇，在進步學生和年輕的讀者中廣為流傳，為“七月詩派”後期重要代表之一 。LvYuan(1922-2009), his original name was Renfu Liu, also used name Banjiu Liu. Born in Huang Po, Hubei. Poet, writer, translator and editor. He received 37th Struga Poetry Evenings International Poetry Festival Golden Ring award. Widely recognized in Chinese poetic circle in 1940s. His early poem”When I was little “ was included in Taiwan’s textbooks. After the victory of the war against Japan, LvYuan’s patriotic poems were widely spreading among progressive students and young readers, he was an important figure in late period of July Poem Parties.
【譯者簡介】紫若藍，定居美國，有原創中英文詩歌，散文，翻譯和攝影作品發表於《休斯敦詩苑》、《世界日報》、《揚子江詩刊》、《金陵晚報》、《人民日報海外版》等。Loren Zee currently lives in the United States, she has published Chinese and English poems, essays, translations and photographs in Houston Garden of Verses, World Journal, Yangtze River,A Journal of Poetry, Nanjing Night Newspaper, and People’s Daily Overseas Edition, etc.
（一）
螢
蛾是死在燭邊的
燭是熄在風邊的
青的光
霧的光和冷的光
永不殯葬於雨夜
呵，我真該為你歌唱
自己的燈塔
自己的路
Firefly
Moth was dying beside a candle
Candle was extinguished by wind
Blue tinted light
Foggy light and chilly light
Would never be buried in rainy night
Oh, I should sing songs for you
You own lighthouse
You own road
（二）
小時候
小時候
我不認識字，
媽媽就是圖書館。
我讀著媽媽——
有一天，
這世界太平了：
人會飛……
小麥從雪地里出來……
錢都沒有用……
金子用來做房屋的磚，
鈔票用來糊紙鷂，
銀幣用來飄水紋……
我要做一個流浪的少年，
帶著一只鍍金的蘋果，
一只銀發的蠟燭
和一只從埃及國飛來的紅鶴，
旅行童話王國，
去向糖果城的公主求婚……
但是，媽媽說：
“你現在必須工作。”
When I was little
When I was little,
I didn’t recognize words,
Mother was the library.
I was reading mother —
One day
The world will be in peace,
people can fly…..
Barleys will grow out of snowy land…..
Money will be useless……
Gold will be used as bricks to build houses,
paper money will be used for origami,
coins will be for skimming water……
I want to be a wandering boy,
Carry a golden apple,
a silver hair candle
and a red flamingo flying over from the country of Egypt,
travel to a fairytale kingdom,
propose to the Candy City princess……
But mother told me
“You need to work now.”
（三）
過景山正門
——想起了那株老槐樹
你真運氣
眼見了一個皇帝的顫栗
你真達觀
忍看一個皇帝投環
你真罪大惡極
膽敢吊死一個皇帝
你真是敢作敢為的好漢
一名決不逃跑的欽犯
Passing the front door of Jing Shan
— Thinking of that old locust tree
You were so lucky
Witnessed an emperor’s trembling
You were so buoyant
Could tolerate seeing an emperor getting into a ring
You were so atrocious
Dared to hang an emperor
You were such a courageous hero
A prisoner who would never run away
屠 岸（中國）
【作者簡介】屠岸（1923—2017），著名詩人、翻譯家、評論家。曾任人民文學出版社總編輯。著有《萱蔭閣詩抄》、《深秋有如初――屠岸詩選》、《晚歌如水》、《傾聽人類靈魂的聲音》等多部詩集、文學評論集。翻譯出版了中國第一部漢譯《莎士比亞十四行詩》（1950年）、《濟慈詩選》、《英國歷代詩歌選》、斯蒂文森《一個孩子的詩園》等。Tu An (1923-2017), Chinese contemporary poet, translator, critic. He was formerly the Chief Editor of People’s Literature Publishing House. His major poetical and critical works include Selected Poems from Xuan Yin Ge Room, Late Autumn as Early Spring: Selected Poems by Tu An, The Evening Songs like Water, Listening to the Voice of Human Soul, etc. He published the first complete Chinese translated version of Shakespeare’s sonnets in 1950. The other translated works by himinclude The Selected Poems by John Keats, The Selections of British Poetry, A Child’s Garden of Versesby Robert Louis Stevenson, etc.
【譯者簡介】章燕：北京師範大學外國語言文學學院英文系教授。長期從事英美文學，尤其是英語詩歌方面的教學和研究工作。出版了《多元·融合·跨越–英國現當代詩歌及其研究》（2008）《歷史·現實·想象–英國文學論集》（2016）等學術專注，發表學術論文近50余篇。Zhang Yan, professor in School of Foreign Languages and Literature of Beijing Normal University. She has been doing the research work and teaching some coursesconcerning English literature, especially English poetry for a long time. Her academic monographs include Multiplicity, Fusion and Crossing: The Study of Modern and Contemporary British Poetry (2008), History, Reality and Imagination: Essays on English Literature(2016). She has published more than 50 academic papers in some important literary journals in China.
（一）
大寒
天寒地凍的日子來臨
你溢出更多天真的智慧
你把冰花和雪花
編織成晶瑩皎潔的冠冕
戴上你純真飽滿的天庭
——你還在沈思什麽？
天寒地凍的日子駐足
你用溫和面對冷酷
嚴霜把你的發絲凍直
你把它們當作琴弦
彈奏出哀傷的樂曲
驚破死亡的岑寂
——你還在沈思什麽？
冰冠閃閃，凍弦琤琤
你的眼簾溫馴地閉合
一縷沈思從眉梢升起
直達佛祖的殿闕
請求賦予冰花以生命
賦予凍弦以人的嗓音
——你還在沈思什麽？
寫冷冰川黑白畫 2001年6月
Major Cold
The freezing cold days are coming
With your overflowing innocent wisdom
You weave the ice flowers and snowflakes
Into a crystal crown glittering
Being put on your pure and broad forehead
—— What more are you meditating?
The freezing cold days are staying
With the tenderness you face cruelty
The frost has frozen your hair straight
You take them as musical strings
Playing the mournfully sad tune
Breaking the silence of death
—— What more are you meditating?
The ice crown glistens and the frozen strings play
You gently close the mild eyelids
A ray of thought rises from the brow
Getting directly to Buddha’s temple
Asking to bring life to the ice flowers
And give a human voice to the frozen strings
—— What more are you meditating?
June, 2001
（二）
濟慈墓畔的沈思
你的名字是用水寫成，還是
寫在水上？哦，逝者如斯夫，
屬於你的、所有的速朽之物
埋葬在這里，遠離喧囂的塵世。
你所鑄造的所有的不朽之詩
留存在“真”的心扉，“美”的靈府，
使人間有一座聖壇，一片凈土，
夜鶯的鳴囀在這里永不消逝。
我在你墓前徘徊，撿一片綠葉——
你的詩句的象征，緊貼在胸前，
感受流水哺養的永恒的自然。
我在你墓畔冥想，沈入夢幻：
見海神馭八駿淩駕波濤的偉業，
你是浪尖上一滴晶瑩的淚液。
2001年8月30日 於羅馬
The Meditation by Keats’s Tomb
Is your name written with or in water?
O, how time flies by and never comes back,
All your belongings that decay so fast
Are buried here, away from the noisy crowd,
While all the immortal poems you created
Lie in the heart of “truth” and spirit of “beauty”,
Leaving us a holy altar and a pure land,
Where the song of the nightingale never fades.
I wander by your tomb, picking up a green leave——
Symbol of your poem, pressing it against my chest,
To feel the eternal nature fed by the flowing water.
Meditating at your tomb, I sink into a dream:
The great Neptune riding steeds over the waves,
And you are a drop of glittering tear on the top.
Aug. 30, 2001, in Rome
星 子 安 娜 詩 譯 二 首
【作者簡介】凱特-羅傑斯是加拿大詩人，詩評以及譯者，曾在香港城市大學和多倫多學院的中國項目中教授語言文學、創意寫作以及文化研究。在香港，加拿大多種刊物發表。著有三本詩集。凱特現任多倫多詩歌朗誦系列 “藝術酒吧”的聯合總監。
【作者簡介】DC Reid 加拿大詩人聯盟和其他作家組織的前任主席。他著有十多部書，獲獎25項。2023 年，作家信托基金為低收入詩人設立 以他為名的”里德詩人獎學金”。
【譯者簡介】星子安娜 /Anna Yin，加拿大密西沙加市首屆桂冠詩人，著五本詩集，獲北美多個詩歌獎項，中英文在國際刊物發表，並譯成多種語言。多次在國際詩歌節表演和講授詩歌，作品被加拿大國家電台，詩歌月和全國公交巡展以及學校選用。
（一）
Rain after Wildfire
— Bancroft, Ontario
Rain stretches the dusk, absorbs smoke.
Wind-borne sparks hiss, fizzle
among spiky balsam silhouettes.
On the unassumed marsh road
my husband slows for
—a black dog? No, bear,
stocky, lumbering, galloping
from our engine growl.
I am glad it runs. When
does the spring hunt begin?
Rain closes its mesh curtain,
a dark-cloaked cow moose
watches from the spruce bog.
Pavement whispers our passage;
the copper-penny scent, wet earth,
wafts through the window crack.
A dog-fox, tall on his legs,
waits on the gravel verge,
a chipmunk limp in his jaws.
Rain sculpts tendons,
in his chest and shoulders,
slicks fur to his skull.
I unroll the window to let the rain
soak my pelt of hair,
weigh down my fleece coat.
The rough, cool tongue of forest
washes my face.
野火後的雨
——安大略省, 班克羅夫特
雨水吸收煙霧，延展黃昏。
風攜帶火花嘶嘶作響，閃現
在多刺的香脂樹影中。
人跡罕至的沼澤路上
我的伴侶放慢車速
——是只黑狗嗎？不，是只熊，
矮壯笨重地奔跑，
躲開我們引擎的轟鳴。
我為它跑走而開心。春季
狩獵什麼時候又將開始？
雨水拉上網簾，
深色毛絨的母駝鹿
從雲杉沼澤中注視我們。
柏油路輕聲傳遞我們的行進；
那銅錢的味道，濕漉的泥土味，
透過窗縫飄進來。
一只狐貍，高高地翹著腿、
在碎石路邊等待，
嘴里銜著一只癱軟的花栗鼠。
雨水雕刻它胸膛和肩膀
聳立的脛骨，油光光的皮毛
緊貼它的頭骨。
我搖下車窗，讓雨水
浸濕我的頭發
我的絨毛大衣更加沈甸。
森林粗獷而涼爽的舌頭，
雨不斷沖洗我的臉。
（二）
The Sistine Chapel by DC Reid
cry, voice that’s outgrown it: true, you would cry pure as a bird,
when the season lifts him, the ascending one, almost forgetting
that he is a suffering creature, and not just a solitary heart
that it flings into brightness, to intimate heavens. Like him,
~ Duino Elegies – Rainer Maria Rilke
Cry, voice that’s outgrown it: true, you would cry pure as a bird.
I have outgrown love, but not the mesh of legs. The word
brings us into one, or breaks apart a bleeding heart,
as a girl would do, break a flower to its sword
that needs be handled gently, for bringing it within her
takes the guidance of a passionate hand. Sex, as I say,
is not love, nor the boy-loving Christians ruled by a cleric
in a golden cap, one that sent his men to children all the
world round, but mostly boys with their beautiful unbroken
voices. Oh it makes man weep in his silent cell
when the season lifts him. The ascending one, almost forgetting
behind his screen the hand that holds the organ piping
hands out Hail Marys while Her spirit gives
him little boys as pure as candles lighting.
Terrible angels inhabit the sparrow places, the browning
joists and rafter trusses. The waxy smudge may
still be rubbed by a deft and intimate hand.
O Michelangelo the years you spent painting on your
back, six inches from the ceiling. The boy priest lies in a
cell with a broken moon, and the promise
that he is a suffering creature, and not just a solitary heart.
There can be no doubt, but punishment is not a part
of penitence for that comes long after crime, and there is not
just one but South America plumes of Indians, the desert
of Africa, all the O’Tooles and why not Camelot? And
had Narvaez taken tooth to Cook, the North Americas.
Guilt is the achievement of the princes of the boys
lying on their faces smushed into heights of little voices.
A swallow in its scribble delights the little boy
six floors above the floor, in Borgia waiting room
that it flings into brightness, to intimate heavens. Like him,
the smallest beast of air. The candle wax rubbed to make him
smooth and quiet where the surplice hides and bishop’s toque
calls into the long night for a paradise lost to them.
He or the pure She cries into the Earth to bring forth
creaking nails from caskets. The smallened bones
were laid and never returned to dust to ashes
for within the wooden coffins the shrivel found
them, for it had found them in life. The boy priests
live with death because they are death.
西斯廷教堂
哭泣吧，聲音已然高亢：誠然，你可以像鳥清純地長鳴。
當季候風將它托起，升騰的他，幾乎忘記
他是一個受苦的生靈，而不僅是一顆孤獨的心
它飛向光明，飛向親密的天堂。就像他一樣
——杜伊諾哀歌 – 雷納·瑪利亞·里爾克
哭泣吧，聲音已然高亢：誠然，你可以像鳥清純地長鳴。
我已不再有愛，但仍為大腿間那股激情興奮。性
可以讓我們融為一體，也可以將心撕裂流血，
就像一個女孩會如此，折花入劍理應
輕柔處理，因為將其帶入體內
需要激情四溢的引導之手。性，如我所說，
不是愛，也不是那些被一個派遣手下
滿世界找尋男童（有著嗓音純凈美好的男童）
的戴著金帽的教皇統領的戀童信徒們。
哦，這讓人在寂靜的密室里涕泣，
當季候風將他升起。升騰的他，幾乎忘記
屏風後那只手握著管風琴貴器
傳遞聖母瑪利亞的福祉而聖靈賦予
他那些男童像燃著的蠟燭一樣純潔
可怕的天使占據著雀緣之地：
泛黃的托梁和椽桁。蠟狀的污漬或許
仍能被一只靈巧而私密的手輕柔擦去。
哦，米開朗基羅，你離天花板近距六英寸
仰面作畫的歲月，而男牧師躺在
密室里，破碎的是月光以及承諾：
他是一個受苦的生靈，而不僅是一個孤獨的心靈。
毋庸置疑，但懲罰並不是那些兒告解和悔恨
因為那在罪行之後遲遲到來，而且不止一處，
南美洲的印第安所在，非洲的大沙漠之境，
所有的奧圖爾家族，還有為何不是卡美洛特？
如果納瓦埃斯將牙齒伸向庫克，北美也一樣淪陷。
罪責是那些強暴面朝下躺著的男童，使其痛泣的
神父們所為。在博爾吉亞六樓的等待室里，
一只燕子的塗鴉給小男童帶來寬慰
它飛向光明，飛向親密的天堂。就像他一樣
空中的小生靈。燭蠟摩挲使他安靜而勻潤，
為衣冠楚楚的主教遮在長袍下的肉體的
漫漫長夜的召喚，為那迷失的樂園。
他或聖母哭泣不止直至大地 從一座座
棺木翻騰出嘎吱作響的釘子。置於里面
的蜷縮的骨頭，永遠沒有變成塵埃和灰燼 ，
因為在木制的棺木里，枯萎搜獲它們，
因為在生前枯萎就找上他們。男牧師們
與死亡同在，因為他們就是死亡。
彼岸唱和：吉姆·科恩（美） ｜張子清（中）
【作者簡介】朗迪拉D.L.Lang,1983年生於德國，是一位美國詩人。她出版了十二本 詩集，2017-2019為加利福尼亞州瓦列霍桂冠詩人。D.L. Lang (born 1983, Germany) is an American poet. She has published twelve full-length books of poetry, and served as the Poet Laureate of Vallejo, California 2017-2019.
【譯者簡介】張子清：畢業於南京大學，漢語翻譯家，著有多部翻譯作品，如艾略特的《四個四重奏》，小說翻譯《五號屠場》等，以熱愛詩歌，閱讀翻譯或創作詩歌為人生最大快樂。
（一）
After Zhang Ziqing by Jim Cohn
It was I, myself, who put my mind in bondage.
I understand that what is past cannot be undone.
That wrong road I took yesterday is right today.
Asking about the way ahead only disturbs the view.
How can these cramped quarters feel so spacious?
If again I leave, what would I be seeking?
Clouds float by from over the mountaintops.
Shadows darken as the sun sets behind them.
As before, all of creation follows the seasons.
I am moved by my life going its full cycle.
步張子清
是我自己把自己的思想束縛起來的。
我明白過去的事無法挽回。
我昨天走錯的路，今天卻對了。
詢問前方的路只會擾亂視線。
這些狹窄的房間怎麼感覺這麼寬敞?
如果我再次離開，我還會尋找什麼?
雲朵從山頂上飄過。
影子隨著太陽的落下而變暗。
和以前一樣，所有的創造都隨著季節而變化。
我被我的生命的完整循環所感動。
（二）
人生的單程路
張子清
走上只有單程的人生之路，
到達終點的時間無法預期。
可以肯定的是：
你走的時間越長，
就會感到越孤單，
原來同你旅行的人
離開你越來越多。
2022年7月25日
One Way Trip in Life
By Zhang Ziqing
Life is a one-way trip
And you never know when to complete it,
But one thing I know for sure,
The longer you travel on it
The lonelier you will get,
’Cos your co-travelers
Get fewer and fewer.
July 25th, 2022
Tr. Qian Jiao-ru
蔡 克 霖 （美國）
【作者簡介】蔡克霖：江苏宿迁人。有诗集《美丽的转弯》等六册。现定居美国，主编《休斯敦诗苑》。Kelin Cai was born in Suqian, Jiangsu Province. He has published six books of poetry, including The Turn of Beauty. He is the editor-in-chief of Houston Poetry, a Chinese poetry journal. He lives in Houston, US.
【譯者簡介】孔小呆（Xiao Dai）：蘭州交通大學任教。北京（中國漢詩）編委。
成都夜雨
你總是借我喜愛的秋雨
來迎接我的來到
若不是友人撐起雨傘
我寧願雨中站成枯萎的花
我備好我的財富給你
而你的星之光早被打濕
我將設計的圖遞給你
而你的街巷已灌滿雨水
我總是在惦記杜甫的草堂
秋風秋雨里是什麽模樣
多麽想拉開秋雨之簾
瞧瞧休閒之都夜的景象
追憶藍藍如詩的日子
那真該是百年之前的事了
Night Rain in Chengdu
You always bring my favorite autumn rain
To greet my arrival
Were it not for a friend who held an umbrella
I would rather stand in the rain to be a withered flower
I have prepared my wealth for you
But the light of your star has been wet
I hand you a drawing of the design
But your streets have been filled with water
I always think about Du Fu’s thatched cottage
What will it be like in autumn wind and rain
How I want to open the curtain of autumn rain
Look at the night piece in the capital of leisure
Remembering the days as blue as poetry
It must have been a hundred years ago
朗 迪 拉（美國）
【作者簡介】朗迪拉D.L.Lang,1983年生於德國，是一位美國詩人。她出版了十二本 詩集，2017-2019為加利福尼亞州瓦列霍桂冠詩人。D.L. Lang (born 1983, Germany) is an American poet. She has published twelve full-length books of poetry, and served as the Poet Laureate of Vallejo, California 2017-2019.
【譯者簡介】蔡宏榮（筆名一刀），江蘇鹽城人。畢業於南通醫學院, 北京協和醫學院，美國馬里蘭大學醫學院。現居美國波士頓。為腫瘤新療法臨床實驗及藥物安全醫生，詩人, 有文學夢的美國醫學博士。Hongrong Cai, MD, (pen name One Cut), born in Yancheng, Jiangsu, China, graduated from Nantong Medical College, Peking Union Medical College, and University of Maryland School of Medicine, living in Boston, USA. He is a physician for clinical trial and drug safety of new cancer therapy, poet using Chinese language, an American medical doctor with a literary dream.
（一）
世俗之窗
在一個到處是墻的世界里，
做一扇門。
即使你感到再也無法忍受，
保持呼吸。
在只有磚頭水泥的地方，
開鑿窗戶。
在寒冷的夜晚，
成為燃燒的光。
你會遭遇沖突，
你可以選擇你的戰鬥。
當局面看起來像自由落體時，
別忘記反彈。
如果有選擇，
選擇歡笑而不是眼淚。
雖然目力不及，
但要超越恐懼。
不要以暴制暴
以牙還牙
你必須行動，
以仁慈和恩典。
你必須奔向曠野，
因為它會讓你自由。
你必須是愛的源泉，
如果你想找到平靜。
（發表於2016.11.4）
Worldly Windows
In a world that is filled
with walls, be a door.
Keep on breathing even
if you think you can’t take it anymore.
Where there are only
bricks and mud, carve windows.
In the coldness of the night,
be the flaming light.
You will approach conflict,
but you can choose your fights.
When existence seems like a free fall,
remember to bounce.
If you have the choice,
choose laughter over tears.
Though you cannot see,
take a step beyond your fears.
Do not hold your own
chains in place.
You must act
with kindness and grace.
You must run towards the wild
for it will set you free.
You must be the source of love
if you wish to find peace.
（二）
留下來
這是我的希望
我們都能找到辦法
和平地生活。
我們都必須
為那一天而努力
從現在開始。
每個人都屬於這片土地——
每一種膚色，異性戀或同性戀，
有信仰或自稱沒有，
就在這里，你們都必須留下來。
無論富有或貧窮，
這是自由之門。
我們必須找到更好的方法。
停止所有的戰爭。
提供我們都需要的。
停止為貪婪而活。
了解對方的看法，
注意新聞。
學會說話，學會辯論。
讓經驗發揮教育作用。
走向更高層次的命運。
我們不應該生活在仇恨中。
在為時已晚之前愛你的鄰居。
互相照顧。
我們都是夥伴。
最重要的是，親愛的朋友們，注意安全。
（發表於2016.12.3）
Stay
It is my hope
that we can all find a way
to live in peace.
We must all
work towards that day
starting right now.
Every human belongs in this land—
every color, straight or gay,
having faith or professing none,
right here you must all stay.
Rich or poor,
this is freedom’s door.
We must find a better way.
Stop fighting all these wars.
Provide what we all need.
Stop living just for greed.
Understand each other’s views.
Pay attention to the news.
Learn to talk, and to debate.
Let experience educate.
Arise to a higher fate.
We were not meant to live in hate.
Love your neighbor before it’s too late.
Take care of each other.
We’re all mates.
Most of all, dear friends, stay safe.
君特 · 威廉 · 格拉斯（德國）
【作者簡介】君特·威廉·格拉斯（Günter Wilhelm Grass）生於1927年10月16日，去世於2015年4月13日，德國作家，1999年諾貝爾文學獎得主。他被廣泛地視爲德國最有名的作家之一。他於1965年獲得格奧爾格·畢希納獎（Georg Büchner Prize），並於1993年被選為英國皇家文學會榮譽院士，他在1995年獲得赫爾曼·凱斯滕獎。君特·威廉·格拉斯最著名的作品有《鐵皮鼓》。
【譯者簡介】Vivian-雯，Wepoetry 【海外詩粹】詩網創办人，《五洲詩軒》副社長，自由撰稿人。現居紐約。
（一）
婚姻
我倆有孩子，算來有兩個。
時常，我們會去看不同的電影。
朋友們議論說我倆正漸行漸遠，
但你我諸多的興趣
依然會交會，在諸多相同的節點上，
總也是。
不僅在關乎袖扣的大問題上
一些互為的小事上，也是：
幫著舉下鏡子，
換換燈泡，
拿拿東西。
或者商討，直到無事可議。
有時，兩個電台
同時收看。
我應該關掉自己的節目嗎？
累乏至極才佯裝無事。
我們誰欠誰？
就那。
我不喜歡——馬桶里你的頭髮。
但十一年之後，這仍然還是趣事一樁
物價波動時我們同體一行，
勤思節儉，及至毫厘。
艱難裡，你信我言。
拆裁舊衣，重織新裝。
是一份延長的細致。
話說謝謝。。
自強起來。
我們的花園裡你的那些草坪。
當下你又反悔了。
為什麼你不笑對呢？
那就清理掉，如果你行的話。
我們的怨恨四季不侵。
然而有時，心無所依，且還柔和。
孩子們的成績單
還得簽字。
個人所得稅中得要去除彼此。
不到後天，不會了結。
你。是的，你。別抽那麼多煙
（此篇翻譯稿得到了今又是老師的幫助，由衷感謝！）
Marriage by Günter Wilhelm Grass
English Tr. by Michael Hamburger
We have children, that count up to two.
We usually go to different films.
It’s friends who talk of our drifting apart.
But your interests and mine
still touch, at the same points always.
Not only the question about cufflinks.
Little services, too:
Just hold that mirror.
Change the bulbs.
Fetch something.
Or discussions, till everything is discussed.
Two stations that at times
are both tuned in to receive.
Shall I turn myself off?
Exhaustion simulates harmony.
What do we owe each other? That.
I don’t like that — your hairs in the john.
But after eleven years the thing is still fun.
To be one flesh when prices fluctuate.
We think thriftily, in small coin.
In the dark you believe all I say.
Unpicking and knitting anew.
A stretched cautiousness.
Saying thank you.
Pull yourself together.
That lawn of yours in our garden.
Now you’re being ironic again.
Why don’t you laugh about it?
Clear out, then, if you can.
Our hatred is weatherproof.
But sometimes, distrait, we are tender.
The children’s reports
have to be signed.
We deduct each other from income tax.
Not till the day after tomorrow will it be over.
You. Yes, you. Don’t smoke so much.
（二）
敞開式衣櫥
鞋子都在衣櫥底下
出門的路上
它們怕踩著甲蟲
回家時又怕踩著一分錢的硬幣
一隻甲蟲和一枚硬幣，踩到了
就會在鞋底留下印記。
衣櫥的頂端是擺放頭飾的佳處
注意，得小心，別太任性。
這羽毛美得不可思議，
可知那鳥兒叫什麼名，
它眼珠子滾動轉向哪裏
當它知道它的翅膀華麗無比？
白色的樟腦丸在口袋裡沈睡 夢著飛蛾。
這里掉了一粒鈕扣
蛇皮腰帶裡的蛇越來越疲態了
哀色的絲綢
紫菀花般的長裙。
每個星期天這裡都充滿了體香
和亞麻布的褶皺裡散發的鹽味。
在衣櫃陷入沈寂，變成木頭，
一塊塊松木之前——
誰會穿上這件外套，當某天你死了？
誰會把手臂伸進衣袖，
擺動每一個姿勢？
誰會翻起衣領， 停在畫前
在鐘罩般的遮風帽下 獨自孤憐？
Open Wardrobe by Günter Wilhelm Grass
English Tr. by Michael Hamburger
The shoes are at the bottom.
They are afraid of a beetle
on the way out,
of a penny on the way back,
of a beetle and a penny on which they might tread
till it impresses itself.
At the top is the home of the headgear.
Take heed, be wary, not headstrong.
Incredible feathers,
what was the bird called,
where did its eyes roll
when it knew that its wings were too gaudy?
The white balls asleep in the pockets
dream of moths.
Here a button is missing,
in this belt the snake grows weary.
Doleful silk,
asters becoming a dress.
Every Sunday filled with flesh
and the salt of creased linen.
Before the wardrobe falls silent, turns into wood,
a distant relation of pine trees —
who will wear the coat
one day when you’re dead?
Who move his arm in the sleeve,
anticipate every movement?
Who will turn up the collar,
stop in front of the pictures
and be alone under the windy cloche?
牛漢 （中國）
【作者簡介】牛漢(1922年－2013年9月29日)，本名史承漢，後改名牛漢，山西省定襄縣人。曾任中國詩歌學會副會長。曾獲馬其頓共國文學節大獎。代表作有（鄂爾多斯的草原)、(彩色的生活）、(螢火集) 等等。牛漢是中國近當代代表詩人之一。
【譯者簡介】西風，江蘇丹徒人。1995年畢業於北京大學技術物理系，2002年在威廉瑪麗學院（The College of William and Mary）獲物理學博士學位。現於美國國家航空航天局（NASA）從事計算材料物理與凝聚態理論的研究。北大五四文學社成員，在海外繼續創作和發表詩歌。Xifeng was born in Dantu, Jiangsu. He graduated from the Department of Technical Physics at Peking University in 1995, and received a Ph.D. in Physics from The College of William and Mary in 2002. He is currently engaged in research on computational materials physics and condensed matter theory at NASA. A former member of the May 4th Literary Society of Peking University, he continues to write and publish poetry overseas.
（一）
海上蝴蝶
——題記：幾十年來，我遇到過不少無法解釋的奇跡
人們都會說：
能在海上飛翔的，
一定有堅硬的翅膀，
敢於跟風暴雷雨搏擊。
可是，我看見過，
（千真萬確）
幾只黃色小蝴蝶
在渤海灣茫茫的浪濤上
不是貼著岸邊飛，
是朝遠遠的大海飛去，飛去！
它們忽上忽下
很象矯健的海鷹
黃色小蝴蝶，
火苗一般閃爍，
不象迷路，
也顯不出一點兒驚慌；
它們越飛越遠，
海岸漸漸地消失。
小小的蝴蝶
你們為什麼不回頭？
Butterflies Over the Sea
Over the decades, I’ve encountered numerous inscrutable miracles.
—Inscription
People will say:
What can fly over the sea
Must have strong wings,
Venture to battle against the thunderstorm.
However, I have witnessed
(Absolutely true!)
A few tiny yellow butterflies
Over the vast waves of the Bohai Bay.
Instead of flying along the shore,
They are flying towards the sea far far away.
Up and down go they
Like sturdy marine lives.
The tiny yellow butterflies
Flicker like flames,
Unlikely to be getting lost,
Showing no sign of panic.
They fly farther and farther away,
As the coast disappears gradually.
Little butterflies,
Why don’t you turn back?
（二）
夜
關死門窗
覺得黑暗不會再進來
我點起了燈
但黑暗是一群狼
還伏在我的門口
聽見有千萬只爪子
不停地撕襲著我的窗戶
燈在顫抖
在不安的燈光下我寫詩
詩不顫抖！
The Night
Close the doors and windows tightly.
I believe the darkness won’t enter again.
I light the lamp.
But the darkness is a pack of wolves
Still lurking at my door.
I hear thousands of claws
keep tearing my windows.
The lamp is trembling.
In the restless light I write poems.
Poetry never trembles!
巴 勃 羅 · 聶 魯 達 （智利）
【作者簡介】巴勃羅· 聶魯達，智利詩人、外交官，1971年諾貝爾文學獎得主，曾經三次到訪中國。聶魯達的一生有兩個主題，一個是政治，另一個是愛情。他早期的愛情詩集《二十首情歌和一首絕望的歌》被認為是他最著名的作品之一。
【譯者簡介】阿鐘， 20世紀80年代海上詩群成員，1980年開始寫詩，1985年主編大型地下詩刊《大陸》（第3期特刊），1988-1995年參與編輯《亞文化未定稿》，1995年訪問圓明園藝術家村，1997-1999年地下刊物《文化與道德》文學主編，2001年加入國際筆會某分會，2007年參加紐約“世界之聲”文學節，2010年受邀哈佛大學朗誦長詩《昏暗 我一生的主題》，2015-2016年《自由寫作》編委會主任、網刊主編，2019年創辦《獨立詩刊》（微信公眾號）。著有詩集《拷問靈魂》、《作意書》（丹中雙語，格麗特和京不特翻譯）。現居上海與費城。
（一）
Almost Out of Sky
Almost out of the sky, half of the moon
anchors between two mountains.
Turning, wandering night, the digger of eyes.
Let’s see how many stars are smashed in the pool.
It makes a cross of mourning between my eyes, and runs
away.
Forge of blue metals, nights of stilled combats,
my heart revolves like a crazy wheel.
Girl who have from so far, brought me so far,
sometimes you glance flashes out under the sky.
Rumbling, storm, cyclone of fury,
you cross above my heart without stopping.
Wind from the tombs carries off, wrecks, scatters your sleepy
root.
The big trees on the other side of her, uprooted.
But you, cloudless girl, question of smoke, corn tassel.
You were what the wind was making with illuminated leaves.
Behind the nocturnal mountains, white lily of conflagration,
ah, I can say nothing! You were made of everything.
Longing that sliced my breast into pieces,
it is time to take another road, on which she does not smile.
Storm that buried the bells, muddy swirl of torments,
why touch her now, why make her sad.
Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything,
without anguish, death, winter waiting along it
with their eyes open through the dew.
將要在空中消失
半個月亮在天上
停泊在兩山之間。
旋轉的、遊蕩的夜，探尋的眼睛。
多少星星被揉碎在池塘里。
我的眉間有一個悲哀的十字，我離開。
愛情軌道的鑄煉，無聲搏鬥的夜晚，
我的心像瘋狂的輪子。
跟隨女孩從遙遠向著更加遙遠，
有時你的目光閃現在天空下。
隆隆作響的狂暴的旋風，
你不停地越過我的心。
墳墓里的風遣散了你深沈的睡眠。
她的對面，樹被連根拔起。
晴朗的姑娘，你是煙的疑問，玉米的瓔珞。
風吹過的閃光的樹葉。
夜間群山後面跳動著的燃燒的百合，
我沈默無語！哦，你就是一切！
剖開我的胸膛，
是時候踏上另一條道路，盡管路上不見她的微笑。
風暴淹沒的鐘聲，痛苦泥濘的陷阱，
為什麽現在要觸碰她，為什麽現在要讓她傷感。
哦，沿著這條通往遠方的大道，
沒有痛苦，死亡，和冬天一起
透過露珠張開它們的眼睛。
（二）
Your breast is enough
Your breast is enough for my heart
And my wings for your freedom
What was sleeping above your soul will rise
Out of my mouth to heaven
In you is the illusion of each day
You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers
You undermine the horizon with your absence
Eternally in flight like the wave
I have said that you sang in the wind
Like the pines and like the masts
Like them, you are tall and taciturn
And you are sad, all at once, like a voyage
You gather things to you like an old road
You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices
I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated
That had been sleeping in your soul
有你的乳房我已滿足
有你的乳房在我的心里
你的自由和我一起飛翔
是什麽在你的靈魂之上沈睡
從我的嘴里直到天堂
每天都有你的幻覺
你來就像露珠落在環形的花上
你缺席就像地平線遭到了破壞
波浪一樣永遠飄忽不定
我說過你在風中歌唱
像松樹、像桅桿
和他們一樣高大，沈默無語
你突然感傷，像一次遠行
你收集這條路上的過往
心中充滿了回憶和懷舊的音響
我醒來時，卻像鳥兒的逃竄或遷徙
而沈睡在你的靈魂里
佩 英 譯 詩 二 首（澳洲）
【作者簡介】萊斯·威克斯（Les Wicks）的作品已在37個國家的16種語言中發表。他的第15本詩集是《Time Taken – New & Selected》（Puncher & Wattmann，2022年）。他是世界詩歌運動大洋洲澳洲代表
【作者簡介】劉·斯蒂爾（Lou Steer）自2010年以來一直從事詩歌創作和表演。2022年，她所在的表演團體Fierce Violets在悉尼邊緣藝術節（Sydney Fringe Festival 2022）獲得口述詩歌獎提名。2023年在EDGE Sydenham和悉尼邊緣藝術節（Sydney Fringe Festival 2023）演出。她的詩歌廣泛發表在許多選集中。她還在SkudRow 88.9FM廣播台上主持節目《近在咫尺》（Close to Home）。
【譯者簡介】佩英（Christine Peiying Chen），新西蘭碩士，雙語詩人，報紙專欄作家，世界時歌運動國際協調員，作品被翻譯成多國語言傳播於美洲，亞洲，非洲以及歐洲，入選多種合集，為比利時皇家圖書館收藏。
（一）
然而
作者：萊斯·威克斯
種子，在不經意的罅隙間無處不在
深埋在碎石間
希望般不顯眼。種子
骯臟，在一場雨後變得清潔
少數能看到它的眼睛只看見荒蕪
然種子已隨雨水滲透鉆進土壤
真菌… …菌絲在土壤下蔓延
如村莊的範圍。菌絲
感知重生
向上伸展 向著依然模糊的 光之諾
下一場雨將更幹凈
嫩芽在靦腆的掌聲中升起
最堅韌的蟲子從燒焦的樹皮鉆出巢穴
瞇著眼，一如千億年間初生的所有物種一樣
烏鴉從山巔俯沖而下
裸樹下有腐肉
海平面以下8000千米處
浮起大膽的鰓魚
海洋之下一片莫名之豐腴
翻篇了，那個糟透的世界
洗刷後，換新顏
Yet
By Les Wicks
Seeds. Everywhere amongst the careless char
so deep in the rubble
as insignificant as hope. Seeds.
A filthy rain shakes itself clean.
Those few eyes left see desolation
but seeds have begun to burrow with the runoff.
Fungus… hyphae spread out beneath ground
the size of a village grid, this mycelium
sensing rebirth
reaches up towards
what is still a diffuse
promise of light.
The next shower will be cleaner
sprouts rise in a timid applause.
From burnt bark the hardiest grubs emerge from their burrows,
squint upon emergence as all born things have done across eons.
Crows veer down from the peaks towards
carrion revealed beneath denuded trees.
From 8000 metres below sea level
the braver snailfish rise
amidst an inexplicable bounty beneath the ocean’s skin.
Life has had it worse before
& plans anew in a world fresh-scoured.
（二）
粗糙如砂紙
作者：劉·斯蒂爾
粗糙些
成一顆細小的沙礫
一粒把你鞋跟磨出洞的沙礫
如鳥喙平一座山
用百年
成一張硬化的石榴石砂紙
磨滑你粗糙的邊緣
如此光滑， 為指尖細膩的撫摸鋪平道路
被砂紙打磨過的曲線玲瓏畢現
成為一把鑲鉆的銼刀，藏在面包里
用它雕刻處一條走出沮喪之囹圄的路
並在你走過的路上留下面包屑，指引他人
決心磨平你前行的道路
為你掃平障礙
掃平一切阻礙你成為你自己的物事
掃平一切阻礙改變，奔向新世界的物事
那些磕磕絆絆，溝溝窪窪，結節與糾纏
拋光後如鏡子般完美無瑕
照映出完整的你
並展示給世界
讓我粗糙
更粗糙，原始些
我已有備而來
Raw Like Sandpaper
By Lou Steer
Be abrasive.
Be that little piece of grit
that wears a hole in the sole of your shoe.
Be that bird whose beak grinds down a mountain
in a hundred years.
Be a piece of garnet hardened sandpaper,
rub off the rough edges,
smooth the way for the hand to move sensuously
over the polished curves that abrasive paper revealed.
Be a diamond crusted file hidden in a loaf of bread.
Use it to carve your way out of your prison of despair.
Leave a trail of crumbs behind you to show others the way out.
Be determined to abrade away
all those things that get in your way,
that stop you from being the person you want to be,
from making the changes you want to see in the world,
the obstacles, rough spots, knots and tangles.
Be the smooth surface polished to mirror clear perfection
so that you reflect all you see,
show it back to the world.
Be abrasive.
Be rough, be raw.
Be ready.
蘇 朱（新西蘭）
【作者簡介】蘇朱, 新西蘭華裔詩人、藝術家。詩歌曾獲中國,意大利, 西班牙, 黎巴嫩,孟加拉等國多項知名文學獎，受邀參加了麥德林,委內瑞拉,馬其頓,西班牙,印度,塞爾維亞,阿根廷等國家詩歌節與藝術研討會，曾榮獲美國“手推車”獎提名並接受了該國《出版商周刊》《傳神》等雜志及西班牙城市電台、中國新華社的專訪,出版過”節拍”等中、英詩集與翻譯集。
粉碎的藥片——雪粉
爸爸，我記憶里的雪粉
是臨睡前你搗碎的藥片，你說和水服下
隱形的敵人即被擊退，沒有人會錯過
王的歡慶，將與金色的太陽一起在黎明閃耀！
父親，這鋪天蓋地的雪粉，誰的履帶碾壓的藥片
炸點上飛揚，摧毀了大片的白樺樹，暗黑的殘垣斷墻，擁擠的街頭巷尾
和著鮮血，炮灰和眼淚
滴落成冰，點點熒光
父親，第2022輛的時光列車空載了，春天
沒能準時抵達基輔的站台。冬不離席，尼伯河水寒徹骨
落單的傷口，櫻桃紅的繃帶，無聲的窗口上淩亂的白窗紗
一匹火紅的馬*深陷於積雪中，嘶鳴
爸爸，你說過小病尚需幾日
而那些猝然倒下的向日葵，四向錯亂的凍傷腳板，標槍毒彈下的殘肢，越拉越長的背影
要等多久啊
星辰下
風的弦，根根扯斷，琴聲嗚咽……
父親，昨夜夢升異象，那麼清晰真實
我看到身穿潔白細麻衣的騎士*騎著他白色的馬，揚鞭疾馳趕往這里
我聽到你說“我依然愛著，依舊灑下純真的光，我的血，為你們而流”
爸爸，可我還是擔心，這場雪何時結束
那些準備好要去聖索菲亞大教堂的人們會不會錯過
明日的晨禱鐘鳴，錯過
另一季的綠生新枝，錯過
他們小孫女們的嬰兒床前的哭泣與讚美？
“哎！父親！”
（* 引自欽定版聖經約翰福音20:12， 啟示錄6:1-8）
The Crushed Pill — Powdered Snow
Daddy, the snow is a powder in my memory,
It’s a pill you crushed before I went to bed.
“Taking it with water,” you said, “The invisible enemies will fall back and
No one will miss them. The jubilation of
the King will shine at dawn with the Golden Sun!”
Father, the snowpowder is pouring down fast,
Their tracks are crushing the good pills.
Flying from their launching bomb’s points,
They land, destroying large swaths of birch trees.
They ruin and crush walls in streets and alleys,
Their cannon fodders sucked blood and left tears
Dripping and forming ice—such a faint sight!
Father, the 2022nd time train is empty on arrival,
Spring didn’t arrive at Kyiv’s platform as expected.
And winter’s coldness occupies passengers’ seats,
The bone-chilling waters of Dnieper’s river leave wounds.
Bandages are cherry red converted and left from,
The messy white lace curtains of shattered windows.
A red horse is neighing* from being—stuck in the snow.
Daddy, you said, “Minor loneliness will go away in a few days.”
But the sunflowers are suddenly falling, and…
The frostbitten feet are lost and wandering in all directions, Corpses are growing under the Javelin Bombs' impact, Shadows get longer, and wonder—“How long will it take?”
Under the darkened once starry sky of wind’s strings,
They are torn apart with sounds of sobbing and dripping tears.
Father, in my dreams last night I had a vision—clear and true!
I saw the horseman in fine white linen moving hurriedly, Wearing a crown and having a bow—his white horse galloping, Sounds of your voice I heard loudly—whispering to me!
“Still, I love shedding my innocent light—my blood for thee!”
Daddy, I am still worried, When will the snow bombs end?
People are ready to head for Saint Sophia&apos’s Cathedral
Will they miss the morning prayer bell?
The new season of sunlight green growing branches?
Will they cry or give praise for their lost baby granddaughter‘s cot?
“Ouch!—Father”
(*Reference from King James version of the Bible John 20:12 and Revelation 6:1-8)
埃里克 · 潘基（美國）
【作者簡介】埃里克·潘基（Eric Pankey），出生於美國密蘇里州堪薩斯城，詩人和視覺藝術家。1981年畢業於密蘇里大學，獲文學學士學位，1983 年獲愛荷華大學藝術碩士學位。作品發表於Antioch Review、Antaeus、Denver Quarterly、Seneca Review與AGNI等，現為喬治梅森大學教授，曾獲沃爾特×惠特曼獎（1984）、Snowbound Chapbook獎（2020）等。
【譯者簡介】雨涵 (Sophia Li)，出生於美國馬里蘭州，12年級學生，詩作曾獲Scholastic Art and Writing獎(Regional Silver Key, 2023)。
【譯者簡介】李玥，理學博士。中國詩歌學會會員，美國《華府新聞日報》【新詩天地】責任編輯，獲首屆“國際華文詩歌獎”。詩作曾獲第二屆（香港）“紫荊花”詩歌獎一等獎，首屆“徐霞客杯”世界華文詩歌大賽銀獎等。
（一）
頭骨之地
一只烏鴉，棲於絞刑架，旁觀著荒唐。
日光靜寂—低垂落日的長影—
可視之物隱匿可視之物。
某處，星際如磨盤滾動。
當軀體被拖拽下來，樹恢覆了
作為樹的生命：應時開花、結果。
The place of Skulls
One crow, perched on the gallows, oversees the folly.
Still daylight—long shadows of a low sun—
The visible hides the visible.
Somewhere constellations turn like millstones.
After the body’s hauled down, the tree resumes
Its life as a tree: blossoming in season, bearing fruit.
（二）
儀式
每年，一只頭戴花冠的山羊被驅趕入荒野。
重覆，是為幫助記憶。
頭戴花冠的山羊，被驅趕入荒野
承擔犧牲的重任。
每年，我們驅趕頭戴花冠的山羊。
山羊用自己的花冠作最後一餐。
Ritual
Each year, a garland-crowned goat is driven into the wilderness.
Repetition is an aid to memory.
A garland-crowned goat, driven into the wilderness,
Takes with it the burden of its sacrifice.
Each year we drive out the garland-crowned goat.
The goat makes a last meal of its crown.
（三）
選民對天堂的呼喚
緊挨著蕁麻生長的空曠之地，
抽屜，在梳妝台中空空如也，
翹曲，半盛雨水。低沈的天空如灰。
多年之前，工人們已爬下，但柱子
與木板之網依然支撐著教堂的尖頂。
無人拉動滑輪上急落的繩索。
無人記得聲音響徹的最後一刻。
當我屈身靠近，我的呼吸使窗戶暗淡。
只有釘子釘在墻上，在曾經懸掛相片的地方。
The Calling of the Elect to Heaven
Next to where nettles grow in the vacant lot,
Drawers, left open and empty in a dresser,
Warp, half-filled with rain. The low sky is ashen.
Although workers climbed down years ago, a grid
Of poles and planks still scaffolds the church steeple.
No one pulls the rope slumped over its pulley.
No one can recall the last hour sounded.
My breath, as I lean close, darkens the window.
Only nails on the walls where pictures once hung.
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