第西天
The Western Days

第一天

第一天

美丽的事业条纹相间,
两座海洋,一线孤岛,
脂肪是坚壁者唯一的星空。

小雨,小心,小规模群而乱党,
每一位中转旅客手提炸弹:
伪装的苹果、妄行或故乡。
披衣觉露滋,射线无透痕,
“咔”地一声,疑似
“嘭”地一下,人肉
手提明锁被撬的暗箱,
替真主求全:要有光,
于是就有了光;光头圆脑作僧看。

(2009/8/30 美国芝加哥)

The First Day

America, where beautiful endeavours unfurl like stripes on the flag,
Between two oceans, one isolated land,
Fat is a defensive measure under these stars.
Light rain, faint heart, small crowds unaligned,
Every transiting tourist carries a bomb:
A camouflaged apple, an incongruous act, a homeland.
“On my coat the damp chill of dew”

, a cold sweat as beams expose each scar,

Click — the sound of suspicion
Thump — of sudden flesh
Confidential cases, hand-carried, open locks pried apart,
Pray to Allah: let there be light,
And there will be light; become a monk and seek enlightenment to see.

(August 30, 2009, Iowa USA)

野兔

一个人拾草,一个人拾取天空。
草或天空贷自银行,
少壮轻年月,迟暮惜光辉。
一只野兔,替代无数只,
咀嚼俯仰有别的陈腐,
账目不清,硬梗哽若浑沦一物的无云。

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(2009/9/1 美国爱荷华)

The Hare

One gathers the grass, one gathers up the sky.
Grass and sky both on extended loan,
“The old begrudge the radiance of youth.”
A single hare, representing the multitudes,
Nodding and pondering various platitudes,
Accounts indecipherable, a stiff stem stuck like turmoil in a cloudless sky.

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(September 1, 2009, Iowa USA)

第三天

小鸟,
红衣红发,
远人初未识,
浑作朋克看,
葡萄架下,
初秋急迫至清晰,
狗儿清晰至急迫,
翻问石块,
检讨松鼠,
又一年,
火药填满果皮,
解放宇宙竞赛
团结扳机
至淤紫。

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(2009/9/2 美国爱荷华)

The Third Day

Little bird,
Red garb, red crest,
Far from home I didn’t know you at first,
Looking like some mixed-up punk
Under the vine trellis.
Early autumn’s urgency sets clarity in motion,
A dog’s clarity sets urgency in motion,
Interrogation of rocks,
Self-criticism by squirrels,
Another year,
Of ripened fruit exploding their skins,
The race to liberate the universe
Unifies the triggers that
Set this purple haze in motion.

September 2, 2009, Iowa USA

销烟

春心飞悬,体力民主。
柏拉图《理想国》
还魂:彼之度日也,
即琐屑之欲望,亦必
使之达到目的,有时沉溺于酒,
有时醉心于笛,有时饮水若狂,
有时禁食以消瘦,有时热心体育
而旋即诸事不问,有时一无所事
而忽然研究哲学。春林花多媚,春鸟
意多哀,春风复多情,吹我自治一生罗裳开。
春梦燎晚霞,庸碌扮
警察,竖直定例,
遍延吐纳者轻悄渡桥。

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(2009/9/3 美国爱荷华)

No Smoking

In springtime hearts soar at the power of democracy.
The very definition from Plato’s Republic
Revisited: those that live day to day,
Gratifying every trivial desire will inevitably
Reach this point, sometimes wallow in drink,
Enraptured by the music of flutes,
Other times swill water and diet compulsively,
Or fixate on gymnastics then neglect everything,
Idly do nothing, then abruptly take up philosophy. The spring woods are charming
with blossom, spring birdsong calls to me lamenting, spring breezes restore my
emotions and blow open any pretense of self-control.
Spring dreams glow like sunset. Until some ordinary Joe
In the guise of a cop, a stickler for protocol,
Orders the smoke breathers over the bridge
And compliantly they go.

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(September 3, 2009, Iowa USA)