Posts Tagged ‘clock’
5月 27, 2020

Chen Minghua
MOURNING
Time flies like light passing through blinds to the second shelf on the first book rack by the window, an old alarm clock between a few books of poetry, lingering on the second hand, as big as “Driftwood” by Luo Fu, but I still browse like an impatient youth to verify yellowing memories the umpteenth time.
3/18/19
Translated by MW, May 2020


标签:age, alarm, books, Chen Minghua, clock, death, 陳銘華, hand, light, memory, NPC, poetry, time, youth, 新世紀詩典, 新世纪詩典
发表在 2019, March 2019, May 2020, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
4月 1, 2020

《月亮》
【奥地利】维马丁
伊沙、老G译
月亮
被孤立地
高悬在外
月亮
被孤立地
高悬在外
在云层后面
越过花木
天又冷了几分
2020年3月

WIRKLICHKEIT
In Wirklichkeit ist es immer wie jetzt.
Halt nicht auf einmal,
doch in der Schwebe,
ein bisschen versetzt.
In Wirklichkeit ist
dein Leben nicht fest,
sicher ist gar nichts,
egal was wer sagt.
In Wirklichkeit bist du Tanz und Musik.
Wir sind was sich dreht
oder steht
und jemanden sucht
solang es noch geht.
MW 1. April 2020

CORONA
Actually it’s always like this
for many people.
You live from one day to the next.
Only now it’s a big deal
for the whole world
for a while.
MW April 1st, 2020

疫情
其实生活一直就这样
对很多人,所有的现象。
要躲起来,
要避免警察。
要依赖邻居,
要怕一些邻居。
每天每一刻都可能被传染,
要互相照顾。
2020.4.1

MOON
the moon
is hanging out
in isolation
the moon
is hanging out
in isolation
behind the clouds
over flowering trees
it’s getting cold again
MW March 2020

1 POEM/DAY
One poem per day
takes nothing away,
I want to say.
But everything takes time,
every drug,
every mask,
every care.
So one poem per day
could take away
whatever else you would have had.
But then you could
hear it again,
whatever you do,
if it was good.
MW March 2020

GRINDING
The world is grinding to a halt.
So are we all madly in love?
Or have we come to our senses
about the climate
between each other?
About working together?
We don’t have a choice.
And we don’t have a choice
in hoping it will soon be over.
And we still let them set our clocks.
MW March 29, 2020

ACHTSAMKEIT
Achtsamkeit
hat sehr viel mit Neunsamkeit zu tun,
das sagen alle großen
Neunsamkeitslehrer.
Aber die großen Samenbanken,
die fangen frühestens
ab Zehnsamkeit an,
mit Ihnen zu reden.
MW März 2020

标签:art, clock, conditions, contact, dance, death, disease, economy, international contact, isolation, life, meditation, moon, music, neighborhood, people, place, poetry, police, quarantine, religion, society, spring, time, virus, world
发表在 2020, 20th century, 21st century, April 2020, February 2020, January 2020, June, Literadio, March 2020, Middle Ages, poetry, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
12月 17, 2016

Li Xun
BROKEN RELICS
one sock, with no elastic
potted plants, dying
cheap coat hangers
old cell phones
old-fashioned sunglasses
piggy banks. old change.
old toys
scarves out of season
DVDs you don’t watch anymore
medicine after the date
old perfume
stuff from a former lover
movie ticket stumps
empty flower pots
throw away the watering can
old alarm clock
and the time no longer ticking
Tr. MW, December 2016


标签:bonsai, clock, clothes, DVDs, 黎洵, Li Xun, medicine, money, movies, perfume, plants, poetry, time, water, 新世纪诗典
发表在 2016, December 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 29, 2016

Sheli (Sarira)
SURVEYOR
his right arm was entirely
stuck in the Gobi
like a root of a tree
when the search team reached
his desiccated body
they heard very clearly
tick-tock, tick-tock
his watch
down below
Tr. MW, September 2016
Sheli (Sarira)
FELDMESSER
sein rechter arm war ganz
fest verwurzelt
tief in der gobi
als der suchtrupp
seinen ausgetrockneten körper erreichte
war etwas ganz deutlich zu hören
tick-tack, tick-tack
aus der vergrabenen
armbanduhr
Übersetzt von MW im September 2016

标签:arm, body, cartography, clock, death, desert, desiccated, 舍利, gobi, poetry, rescue, right, root, Sarira, search, Sheli, sound, stuck, surveying, ticking, troop, watch, 新世纪诗典
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10月 16, 2014

BLUMEN
die blumen auf meinem tisch sind für dich
die blumen auf meinem tisch sind für dich
sie sind für meine oma
für meine frau
für meine mutter
für meine tochter
für jede frau die blumen mag
die blätter wiegen sich auf den bäumen
die blätter werden noch einmal rot
die blätter treiben den fluss hinunter
die blätter kommen
auf dem dachfirst sitzen die tauben
am strand in der früh
glänzen die steine wie karamell
der fluss ist klar
gestern hab ich gebadet
es gibt reiher und enten und andere vögel
wildgänse ziehen
hoch oben nach westen
im wald ist ein wasserfall
und dann noch einer den bach hinauf
wo wir wohnen ist eine schule
volkschule hauptschule und noch ein college
man sieht hoch übers tal
in einem geschäft bald nach der tankstelle
gibt es eine küche für frisches essen
dort hängt eine uhr
die geht nach links
die ziffern verkehrt
die hängt schon lange
die leute wissen nicht wo sie herkommt
die blumen auf meinem tisch sind für dich
MW October 2014
标签:beach, birds, caramel, clock, college, direction, ducks, fall, flowers, food, forest, geese, grandmother, heron, leaves, left, love, memory, morning, mother, mourning, pigeons, river, rocks, school, swimming, valley, waterfall, wife, women
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10月 16, 2014

FLOWERS
the flowers on my desk are for you
the flowers on my desk are for you
they are for my granny
for my wife
for my mother
any woman who likes them
the leaves are rocking up in the trees
they get red one more time
they float down the river
the leaves are coming
the pigeons are on top of the roof
in the morning
caramel rocks wet on the beach
the water is clear
yesterday I went in again
herons, kingfishers, ducks, other birds
wild geese migrate
high up in formation
why are they going west
not straight south?
in the woods there is a waterfall
up the brook there’s another
where we stay there’s a school
elementary, high school, state college
from the college up on the hill
you see the whole valley
in a store after the gas station
you can get breakfast, fried stuff and such
at the counter they have a clock
clock goes the left way
numbers all backwards
people there say they don’t know where it came
the flowers on my desk are for you
MW October 2014

标签:autumn, beach, birds, breakfast, caramel, clock, college, direction, ducks, fall, family, fish, flowers, geese, heron, kingfisher, leaves, left, love, memory, numbers, people, pigeons, poetry, river, rocks, school, south, time, water, west, women
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10月 12, 2014

GIHON
gihon is one of the waters of paradise
under our windows in johnson town.
how long did adam and eve have their residence?
maybe four weeks. not even that.
then they were driven to the next airport.
it was the snake. it was the tree.
it was the apple. it was the gas station
stocked with the cider. the chinese restaurant.
actually god is a jolly old fellow
tells everyone how they founded the place.
god has the breadth. god has the width of it.
maybe the masons one hundred years ago
building their temple, leaving their clocks –
there is that clock down in the grocery store
clock that goes leftwards, numbers all turned –
maybe the masons were like the hippies.
anyway if you are in paradise
most of the time it is just life.
you tell your wife you are in paradise.
you tell your husband, you tell the kids.
they will say nice, hope you are coming back.
then you are gone. maybe you come again.
I’m sure the river stays for a while.
MW October 2014

标签:apple, children, clock, gas station, god, grocery store, hope, husband, Johnson, left, life, numbers, restaurant, right, snake, tree, Vermont Studio Center, Vt, water, wife
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