Bilingual Readings of Autumn '24 Issue

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Bilingual Readings of Autumn '24 Issue

One poem, two worlds.

OCT 14

10. 降E大调夜曲 - 罗帆

降 E 大调夜曲* 作者：罗帆黑夜垂下泪。像个老妇人娓娓道来：我恨我的天生与不美丽我恨我寥廓的苍穹被人所知甚少我恨我的明天又将苍白我恨我的圆缺时时被云雾围绕我恨我痴心的爱我更恨我的无边无际时常令自己看不见摸不着。今晚的夜曲，低沉地在林间回荡…… 我这个凡间的幽灵，该作何回答？我连恨、厌倦，哪怕热爱的事物都如此渺小。然而刺的针孔扎向自我时又庞大得明朗而坚定。我无法回答，唯以看不见摸不着的拥抱忘却恨，遗漏爱，在黑夜的地板上来回布道。

2 min
OCT 14

10. Nocturne in e flat major - 杰

nocturne in e flat major* translated by PLS night weeps. like an old lady who recounts relentlessly: i hate being inherently unattractive i hate being scarcely known for my vast sky i hate my tomorrow that will pale again i hate my ups and downs constantly shrouded in mists and clouds i hate my infatuations i hate my boundlessness even more which often tends to blind me the nocturne tonight, reverberating inaudibly in the forest… as a ghost in this mortal world, how should i respond? the things i hate, dislike, even those i am passionate about are so small. yet when the needle of a thorn stabs me they become enormously clear and determined i cannot respond, only to forget about hate and love with invisible hugs, preaching to and fro on the floor of the night.

1 min
OCT 14

9. 缺席 - 莹

缺席翻译：诗验室那只在夏日阳光下眨眼的小雪鸟，对这些光措手不及边飞边闪烁着以及你清晨的睫毛当太阳洒入瓶中劈开千格玻璃睡眠揪着你的踝轻拽着，丝毫不放。城外那片细软的绿草扭成一处的杂草越长越稠，缀着出走的野花再远一些，以神圣的脚步跃走的山头以及你涌着自信的发根一种四处伸展之物野蛮奔跑的生长公寓楼的亲吻之角清瘦之火自爱人所倚之处逃离粉饰于他们的身形中淡蓝色且泛着红晕以及你的嘴同样的亲吻之角微笑中拴着的雨点火力全开的太阳以及被它擒走的注意力夜里风的低吟山里咬紧牙关的酷寒城里气喘吁吁的热你走时空荡的呼吸还未回答的问题她一辈子都在问你的缺席不会被注意你的缺席不会将世界一分为二仿佛没有任何快乐而言没有爱，没有友谊，没有祝福，没有风，没有山，没有呼吸，没有太阳，没有吻，没有杂草没有花，没有坡，没有休息没有缺席，没有。没有值得注意的。

2 min
OCT 14

9. Absence - 杰

Absence by Laura Romig The baby snowbird who blinks in summer sun, unprepared for all that light Flitting and twinkling And your eyelashes in the early morning When the sun streams in the glass And splinters through a thousand pieces And sleep is grasping at your ankles Tugging soft, persistent. The roll of soft grass outside the city Scraggled weeds that grow thick, dotted with runaway wildflowers Way out, hills that bound away in divine leaps And the roots of your hair rippling with sureness The wild running growth Of a thing that moves in all directions. And the kissing corners of apartment towers The wiry fire escapes where lovers lean Stuccoed in their portraits Baby blue and blushing And those same kissing corners of your mouth Little raindrops pinning in a soft smile The sun in all its radiance And heads that turn to watch. And the hush of winds at night, Bitter cold biting in the mountains and hot, breathy in the city. The empty breath when you go, the unanswered question she spends her whole life asking. Your absence wouldn’t be noticed. Your absence would rip the world in two In a way that would leave no joy, no love, no friendship, no blessings, no wind, no mountains, no breath, no sun, no kisses, no weeds, no flowers, no slopes, no rest, no absence, no. Nothing worth noticing.

2 min
OCT 14

8. Focal lengths - 杰

focal lengths translated by PLS interweave for blank space the withering warm and passive. as silhouettes approach the sullen base the moment of disjointing is like the silent windmill in the wind the earth fades into a fish stranded on itself trickles of dust watered into ennui how to imitate the suffocation the stink and the fallen scales with sight for years, clouds are a blindfold i stretch my hands to the sky groping for the knot bound to the back of my head

1 min
OCT 14

8. 焦距 - 朴杪

焦距作者：朴杪为留白而交错，凋落热烈而消极。剪影趋近沉闷底座时，脱节的一瞬，似风中静止的风车。大地渐变为鱼，搁浅于自身。涓涓尘沙灌溉出烦闷。如何借视线模仿窒息与腥气、剥落的鳞。多年来，云是遮眼布。我伸手向天空摸索系在脑后的结。

1 min
OCT 14

7. 我们共度的时间 - 鹿

我们共度的时间翻译：诗验室如果我可以像皮肤一样蜕掉你任最后一片你在阳光下发疱我暴露于我们共度的时间之沉重代价中虚度的光阴之壳街头将会有淌血的雨出租车轮胎下霓虹斑斑你的裙下我来回游走的手指你戳着我锁骨的呼吸这世上只有我们清楚陷入恋爱的悲剧性错误知道此后与我们沾染的任何人都将是我们给彼此身体造成的阴影的一个阴影我们在对方大脑中留下的印记我们无法因潮汐或距离或一段无法像我们刚抵达一座早已迷失的未来之城时碧眼一亮那样燃烧我们的新爱情而变得麻木。

1 min
OCT 14

7. Our Years Added Up - W.M. Butler

our years added up by W.M. Butler if i could shed you like skin leave the last of you to blister in the sun a husk of my time spent exposed to the elemental cost of our years added up there would still be the rain bleeding smudges of neon on the streets beneath the taxi’s tires the threading of my fingers beneath your dress your breath snared in the thrust of my collar bone we alone in this world understand the tragic mistake of falling in love with each other the knowledge that anyone we touch afterwards will be a shadow of a shadow of what we did to each other’s bodies the traces we left on the other’s mind we cannot be dulled by tides or distance or a new love that will not burn us like we burned when blue eyes sparked in a future city that was already lost when we arrived.

1 min

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