Meng Qingru
DACHGESCHOSS
Was ist oben im Dach?
Ein großes goldenes Menschheits-Bankett?
Ein dunkles Refugium der Insekten?
Ein Portal jenseits von Zeit und Raum?
Ein verbrecherisches Geheimnis?
Ich kann es nicht wissen.
Alle streben nach dem Dach!
Alle verachten das Dach.
Aber das Dach selbst?
Es wartet nur still,
ohne etwas zu sagen.
Übersetzt von MW im September 2022
伊沙推荐：本诗是来自我上学期的另一门课《文学创作与批评》的期终考试，在这门课上湧现的入典者我称之为黑马，这是第三匹黑马。黑马有黑马的特色，本诗第一段还向我证明其语文修辞功底，自然诗核一一事实的诗意在第二段。
Li Yi
FEAR
In 1950
on the eve of the liberation of Hainan Island
grandpa was still in Wenchang
as a fisherman.
One time
he was out on the sea,
three days and two nights,
without any catch;
hanging his head, going back.
Suddenly
he hauled up
a sea creature just like a human.
Black everywhere all over the body,
darker than Africans,
eyes full of tears.
Grandpa
loosened the net,
let him go.
Coming home,
he told the village what happened;
everyone thought it was a bad omen.
On the same day they beat drums and gongs,
called a meeting,
banishing
grandpa.
He went back to Qiongshan, working the soil.
When I was small,
he told me this story;
he said on this world,
there were not only mer-cows and sea hogs,
there were also mer-people;
everything that lived on the land,
the sea had it all.
In 1966
grandpa was dragged up on the stage;
head smashed, a dozen shovels;
sank into the mud,
could never be found.
15 years ago
I was on the boat
leaving the island.
Stood at the railing,
stared into endless surge all around;
thinking of grandpa,
there was this idea
spinning round in my head.
Under the sea,
do they have also
a tribe of people,
living in fear?
Tr. MW, September 2016
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