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晚 枫（Qun Grace Liu），原名刘群，曾任北京语言学院（现北京语言与文化大学）英语教师，自由翻译职业，爱好诗歌创作与翻译。在《世界诗人》《诗殿堂》《诗历》《大风诗歌》《中国当代诗歌导读（2010 卷）》等刊物发表多篇创作和翻译作品。另出版有英译新编历史剧《黄叶红楼》以及合编翻译教材《汉英笔译全译实践教程》。
The Soul Hidden Deep in Flesh（8 poems）
潜藏在肉体深处的灵魂（8首）
tr. Li Qun Grace Liu
译/晚枫
by LUO Xingwu| WANG Baoyi| ZHANG Wenbiao| Anan Jingjing| MU Zhi
原著/罗兴武 王保义 张文彪 安安静静 牧之
1、华尔街铜牛（外一首）
文/罗兴武
那些从世界各地跑来与铜牛亲近的人
没一个打算去种地
这头早已跻身上流社会的犍牛
也已成为现代社会异化的标本
雄牛的浑身被摸得锃光瓦亮
张狂的女士捏痛了硕大的牛蛋
人们倾注所有热情
让铜牛与他们一起加速变态
一头跑到华尔街撒野的牛
有时会让顶级经济学家困惑
每当这种时候，华尔街的老板们
却品着血红葡萄酒，弹冠相庆
与一条鳄鱼对视
一条美丽而邪恶的海汊
那是鳄鱼的领地
不期而至的访客
可能是快递的午餐
它趴在船舷边 顷刻
欲望与恐惧对峙
任何轻微的动作
瞬间会触动攻击的按钮
与一条鳄鱼对视
那是我一生最后的勇敢
绝望中 我看见了鳄鱼的眼泪
也许 那就是我的祭礼
The Wall Street Bull (and another poem)
By LUO Xingwu
Of those coming from afar to be close to the bull
None is planning to work on a farm
This bullock, who made his way into the upper class
Has, in the modern world, turned into an alienation specimen
Every inch of the bull is polished bright with touching
An insolent woman pinched his gigantic ball
People devote all their passion
To the speeding up of his aberrance with them
A rogue bull in Wall Street
Sometimes baffles top economists
This is when the Wall Street bosses,
Sipping some blood red wine, rejoice
Looking a Crocodile in his Eye
An inlet, beautiful yet evil
Is the territory of a crocodile
An unexpected visitor
Could be his express delivered lunch
The moment he leans his head on the gunwale
Voracity is confronted with fear
That the slightest maneuver
Would trigger an attack in a wink
Looking a crocodile in his eye
Is the last bravery in my life
In despair, I see the crocodile shed tears
Perhaps, that is the sacrificial rite for me
2、潜藏在肉体深处的灵魂(2首）
文/王保义
（1）
夫妻关系应是最初的文明
告别原始部落的群居生活
告别愚昧
我猜想那是一个阳光明媚的清晨
相爱的人骑着马儿
阳光照亮的湖水是清净的
一对鸳鸯亲昵游弋
小鸟在合欢树上祝福
那对相爱的夫妻骑着马儿
抱着希望的孩子
走过风风雨雨
直到今天
（2）
我的肉体和麦子一起生长
灵魂深处麦穗金黄
城市宽阔的街衢
总不如乡村小路朴实
我无法改变世界
只能改变我的肉体
下雨天打伞出门
冬天穿上厚厚的棉衣
我的灵魂在肉体麻木时
悄然出窍
游荡在漫漫浩空
抑或乘坐孔子的木轮辘辘车周遊世界
在秦岭脚下的楼观台与老子对坐
默默沉思于无声的山壑
菩提树下与佛陀交流人生的箴言
真实的尘世渐入虚无
一只蚂蚁
从灵魂的空隙爬过
寻找一片清净的角落
2. The Soul Hidden Deep in Flesh（2poems）
By WANG Baoyi
(1)
Marital relationship is the first civilization
That bid goodbye to the life of primitive tribal communes
To the ignorance
I suppose it was a sunny morning
Lovers were riding horses
The sun-lit lake was clear and calm
A pair of intimate Mandarin ducks frolicked
Birds sang their best wishes in silk trees*
The couple riding the horse
Are holding a child of hope
Having been through ups and downs
They have come to this day
Note：
Silk tree is a common name for Albizia tree. Its Chinese name means getting happily together. Different legends tell how its name comes into being. Modern science proves its flowers and barks help treat depression and anxiety and thus give it name of “happy tree.”
（2）
My body grows with the wheat
Golden ears rest deep in my soul
Wide urban streets
Are just not as folksy as country roads
I cannot change the world
But my own body
On a rainy day, bring an umbrella
In winter, slip on a heavy coat
My soul, when the body is numb,
Sneaks out
Wandering in the infinite skies
Or touring the world in Confucius wooden carriage
Or sitting with Lao Tseu at Louguan Temple in Qin Mountains
Or silently meditating in the quiet valley
Or exchanging adages with Buddha under the botree
Till the real mundane world drifts off to nihility
An ant
Crawls between the pause of a soul
Searching for a pure and quiet nook
3、怀孕（外一首）
文/张文彪
我们在沙发上做爱
沙发就怀孕了
她开始足不出户
一边端详着自己
一边守望着窗外
她小心翼翼地喝下月光
又小心翼翼地喝下太阳
直到那一天，她吐了
音乐、青草和牛羊
河流啊，河流被挂到了天上
敲门进来的
是风沙，和那一夜的疯狂
上弦月下的沙滩
浪花多像一位长者啊
任由孩子们
捋拔他的银须
上弦月，上弦月是婉约的诗人
她给大海轻唱：
沙滩上布满尸体，却没有死亡
那一阵风啊
是爱人的双臂
我们歌唱过去，又埋葬过去
我们深情对望的眼睛
那是开满鲜花的野地
你听，你听浪花的私语
如果要归去，如果浪花又卷起
华灯下是谁的宴席
空无的天际，佛又会开示什么意义
3. Pregnancy (and another poem)
By ZHANG Wenbiao
We made love on the couch
And the couch was pregnant
She then remained indoors
She examined herself
Keeping watch out of the window
Diligently, she drank the moonlight
And diligently, the sun
Until one day, she threw up
Music, grass, cows, and sheep
Oh rivers, rivers were hung on the sky
Knocking on the door brought in
Wind and sand, together with one wild night
The Sandy Beach Under the Waxing Moon
How the spindrift is like an elderly
Who lets children
Pull his silver beard
The waxing moon, she is a temperate poet
She whispers songs to the sea
The beach, though full of dead bodies, has no death
Oh, that gust of wind
Is the arms of my love
We sing in praise of the past, and burry it too
We look at each other in the affectionate eye
A wildland full of flowers
Listen, listen to the whispers of the spindrift
If only we must return, and the spindrifts roll up again
Whose banquet is it under the light
In the vast emptiness, what does Buddha disclose again
4、培养菌菇
文/安安静静
我的繁忙，像夏天墙上爬山虎浩浩荡荡的藤蔓，纠缠了墙面多年
只想躲进菌包，造一场盛开
我要换了这灰褐的宿命
用潮湿了多年的土壤，培养伸向天空的
翅膀。月光，微风，清露
都在你盛放的笑容中枯萎
我偷得浮生半日闲
去给你找一座山谷
种天堂，种妖娆
让情根蔓延
等你的花朵开得轰轰烈烈
就从它里面取走养分
供养我身体里锈迹斑斑的
骨头，以及
走失多年的影子
4、Culturing Mushroom
By Anan Jingjing
Being busy, for me, is like the bombard creeper vines, entangled with the wall for years
All I want is to escape into the fungus culture medium, to create a grand flourishing
I need to make a change to this taupe fate of mine
Let the soil that has been moist for years cultivate wings
That can reach the sky. Moonlight, breeze, and fresh dew
All wither in your full blooming smiles
I steal a moment of leisure in my full schedule
To go find you a vale
Where you can grow heaven and fascination
Let the roots of love extend
From your flowers in wild bloom
Take the nutrition
To support that rusty bones
In my body, and
The shadow strayed for years
5、行走在岁月的影子里
文/牧之
被放逐的月光，让鸟衔着
而翻飞的蝴蝶在桃之夭夭中翩跹
我们行走在岁月的影子里
那些淌血的锋刃，逝去的哀伤
纷飞着陷入风萧彻骨的伤痛中
和漫天的飞雪逃离或者回归
梨花煮酒，独上西楼
乡愁不知何处而去
我们只有在草木和石头之间
自己摆渡自己，之后
拍掉泥土尘埃，像倦鸟归巢
和天苍苍野茫茫的时光一起
在风吹草低中
抵达灵魂皈依的故乡
有的日子失去了踪迹
烟雨中挂着的红灯笼
有我们在岁月行走的影子闪现
想到落月寂寥着退去
抵达或没有抵达的岁暮
依然有踏雪的故人和我们一起
在阳光照耀的湖面上
听鸟的鸣叫，看炊烟的摇曳
5、Walking in the Shadows of Time
By MU Zhi
The exiled moonshine is willing to be held in bird’s beaks
The fluttering butterflies dance in peach tree blossoms
We walk in the shadows of time
The sharp bleeding blades, the dead grief
Swirl and sink into the biting cold agony
With the whirling snow, escape or return
Liquor warmed with pear flowers, alone in my chamber
Nowhere I can find the nostalgia
Nothing can be done but ferry myself
Between plants and rocks, then
Pat off the dirt and dust, like a weary bird, return to nest
With the time of vast sky and boundless wilds
In the grass lowered by the wind
Arrive at the hometown where my soul converts
Some traces of the days are lost
On the red lanterns hung in the misty rain
Flashes my shadow walking through the days
I think of the falling moon recedes alone
No matter the days shut up or not
There are still old friends with me walking in the snow
On the sun-lit lake
Together we listen to birds sing, and see cooking smoke sways
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