中国大好き

Yi Sha
GOING HOME FOR LUNAR NEW YEAR

in our red china
a household of four generations of scholars
could end up deep
in a slum

and so in my youth
I had it wild
wilder than kids of labor-camp inmates
at least I knew what was going on

on the first morning in the lunar new year
I took a walk through the old streets
they even looked
just like before

standing there I suddenly realized
my pals from back then had no time to grow up
most of them were caught in a crackdown
and sent up to heaven

2003
Tr. MW, July 2014

伊沙
过年回家的路上

在我红色中国
四代书香之家
也可以坐落在
贫民窟的深处

使我的少年时时代
比劳改犯的儿子
还要野蛮
野蛮又不蒙昧

大年初一的早上
当我信步走过那老巷
发现它们还保持着
过去的模样

当时我站在那里
不免怔怔地想
我儿时的伙伴来不及成长
他们大都被镇压到了天上

2003

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