Bilingual Readings of Summer '23 Issue

我盗走美 翻译：诗验室           “ 当蝴蝶 —— 放弃她们的 ’ 酒水 ’ ——             我将喝得更猛！ ”                —— 艾米莉 · 狄金森 自树上，自夜空 摘下蓝宝石与红宝石。 蛋白石来自暗处。我自海湾 虏走风的微光，在清晨 值完第三轮班后。我将那微光 装入一个塑料袋。我把它像甲安非他明那样售卖。 我会走向陌生人 打开袋...

遗传病 翻译：诗验室 在母亲出生前大约十年，一个穷困潦倒的星期一， 母亲的头痛诞生了 他食米，她吃面粉 在一个无人记住的星期二，母亲乘船前往好莱坞， 她的头痛在那里等着她 他有一个屋顶，她以其为所 在一个步入婚姻殿堂的星期三，如今戴在你食指上的戒指 在母亲的左手逐渐成为现实 她为服务生一职攒下的一个小小袖扣 她把右手缠在一个温暖而稳固的头痛上 在一个双胞胎星期四，母亲自我繁殖 一种由两只眼和一张淌着口水的笑脸...

Hereditary Disease by Ashley Leung On an impoverished Monday, about 10 years before Mother was born, incarnated Mother’s headache It ate rice, she ate flour On an unremembered Tuesday, Mother embarked for Hollywood, where her headache awaited It had roof, she sheltered On a wedlock Wednesday, the ring now worn on your forefinger materialized around Mother’s left hand A little cuff she had saved up...

the post-event pattern translated by PLS when i was sixteen i was obsessed with exposing hypocrisies and lies.   i was already quite familiar with the tricks of the media and politicians and could delve right to the heart of national education matters, though in taking care of interpersonal relationships, i am rather clumsy. you were insolvable, like a naughty temptation, satiating my desire...

事后的花纹 作者： Yisheng Gong 十六岁时我热衷于揭穿伪善与谎言。 那时我早已精通媒体和政客的伎俩 对国民教育也一针见血，唯独 在人际关系的周旋中，我笨拙。 你不可解，像一个顽劣的诱惑， 满足我入侵的渴望。 于是我决定像侦探一般跟随你， 进入一个有因果的小宇宙。 彼岸是一个商品的王国， 一百个太阳在天空演讲， 永生的念头，不可撤销地堆砌。 接近时我感受到你温暖、微醺的长发， 这使我的大脑，过敏般地羞耻。 抵达城门...

外 翻译：诗验室 我的窗外有一个院子 生锈的福特车上挂满碎油布 地里长满了肆无忌惮的杂草。 空中的电话线上 冠蓝鸦们敞开歌喉。 多么美好 —— 如果你愿意， 生活可以如此狂野。 — 阳光洒在我慵懒的被子上。 窗台上一只松鼠用细声咀嚼 将我唤醒 —— 树林哐当响。 带着好奇，我盯着它，它也瞧向我， 把坚果贴紧脸颊。 没一会， 就只剩坚果的影子 —— 来过的标志。 — 八月下旬， 吉他声响起， 我在帐篷里就可以听见 —— 来自五大湖的民歌...

Outside  by Erica Hu Outside my window was a yard of broken tarps atop Fords rusting. Untamed weeds bespeckled the field. From the telephone wires overhead,  Blue jays sang. How amazing –– if you let it, life just grows feral. - Sunlight spilled over my groggy sheets. A squirrel on the windowsill woke me with a chewing crunch –– woodland tinkering.  In wonder, I gazed as she glanced...

I Took Beauty  by Sean Thomas Dougherty "When Butterflies – renounce their 'drams' – I shall but drink the more!" --Emily Dickinson from the trees, plucked sapphires & rubies from the evening sky. Opal’s from the dark. I took the shimmer of the breeze across the bay, in the morning after working the third shift. I put that shimmer in a plastic bag. I sold it like meth. I’d walk up to stra...

some spring translated by PLS another spring arrives timely a peach blossom screams in the bell sounds and bird chirps like a grand and finicky snowing feast  almost covering the whole of last year by the waters a breeze blows sporadically into March as thin as a rake sporadically blows the fields, rivers and stones on the left bank of the hometown green even your somehow subtle sentiments ye...

某个春天 作者：商长江 又一个春天按时到来 一片桃花在钟声和鸟鸣里开得正艳 像一场盛大而矫情的雪事 几乎在水边完整覆盖了去年 一阵清风偶尔吹进骨瘦如柴的三月 偶尔在故乡左岸吹绿了 田园河水和石头 甚至你有些微妙的心事 却始终吹不动夜晚带来的荒凉和 激情 澄明的时间早已轻过三月 偶尔在一个寻常词句里举起明晃晃的火焰 照亮了岸边无数个不眠的夜晚 只是此刻我那生命的春天此刻还远未 抵达

盐 翻译：诗验室 在广阔的蓝中， 站着我和我自己。 我们盯着对方看， 一句话也不说。 一只手伸出， 另一只紧跟着伸出。 她们越来越近， 直至触及对方并合二为一。 我们没感觉到任何疼痛， 而是一股惬意的暖流， 一种解脱。 我们互相拥抱、尖叫，然后散去。

Salt by ashe In the midst of the vast blue, There stood me and myself. We stared at each other, Not speaking a word. A hand reached out, And another one soon followed. They grew closer and closer, Until they finally touched and began to merge. We did not feel pain, But a warmth most comforting, A release. We embraced, cried, and dissolved.

伊朗朗笑声 翻译： Mary Ventura 上街尾 飞腾的发辫 爸爸妈妈的教授？管他！ 伊朗朗笑声 撞在生人的间隔 飞腾的发辫 好多断片的我，不想 停着等 伊朗朗笑声 山的脚下 飞腾的发辫 合契默默 将会到达 伊朗朗笑声 路上 铺满得与失 飞腾的发辫 觉知奢靡的风 伊朗朗笑声 撞在男男女女中间 飞腾的发辫 笑着行进

I ran by Mary Ventura to the end of the street hair in the air  not what my parents ever taught to hell, I’m prepared  I ran towards the void in front of such a crowd  hair in the air a sequence of moments I’d dreamed long enough to stop waiting I ran to the foot of a mountain hair in the air muted, knowing message will reach I ran on to the road paved with truth, freedom, big abstr...

The 13th of July translated by PLS the darkness that licks the back was invented by me as an aggression, an intrusion a type of knot embellished with the opponent’s submissive posture slurping an apricot inside which is a kernel of hidden gender the sun is long gone people are farming in the wilderness strolling down the little path summer has toned down its attitude for our very first kiss

七月十三日 作者：胡列塔 黑暗舔舐脊背 那黑暗是我创造的 为了侵凌，为了进犯 一种结缀饰着对方 伴以雌伏的状貌 啜食杏子 其中是隐秘的性别的核 太阳早早地死了 人类在荒蛮中耕作 在小径中散步 夏天为我们的初吻 放低了姿态

诗艺 翻译：诗验室 你到了一个年纪         你已经为死去的你 写了这么多挽歌，          你觉得已经够了， 可死却源源不断。

Ars Poetica  by Sean Thomas Dougherty You reach a certain age, & you have written all these elegies for your dead, & you think you’re done, but the dead keep coming.