Nan Ren
THE SECOND HALF OF THE NIGHT
the second half of the night
the moon cleans the streets
Jan. 22, 2013
Tr. MW, Oct. 2013
南人
后半夜
后半夜
月光扫着大街
2013.1.22
Nan Ren
DIE ZWEITE HÄLFTE DER NACHT
die zweite hälfte der nacht
fegt die straßen der mond
2013-01-22
Übers. v. MW, Okt. 2013
Wrap and listen
Listen to the rainy night
wrap yourself around me now
wind will sway the blooming tree
night will pass and rain may stay
it’s alright we’re very close
it’s alright we’re very far
we were rather far away
far around and far ahead
far behind and far between
listen to the rainy night
it’s alright we’re very close
close to madness close to rage
close to breaking close to gold
wrap yourself around the rain
wrap your mind around the wind
I am very close to you
I am very far behind
I was rather far away
MW 1:20 March 31, 2012
Yan Jun
Two Poems from 2007
Febr. 13 (For those who have never seen rain)
time difference carrying luggage going into the rainbow
the travellers the sleepy-heads
the cats in thailand fishing folk in shanxi
corpses in books female warriors coming up
seven o’clock in the morning darkness leaving these faces
they all have their names
in their passports in the papers
new babies awaken accordeons destroying a jail
taipei raindrops dancing calling me back
Febr. 13th, 2007
Tr. MW, March 2012
June 28
they all flew away from the moma development
over xidan over tanggu over berlin and cologne
it rained on the way bird flu broke out peach blossoms fell
stock market softly extinguished babies were born
central station capetown tea hawkers taking the lift
dusk finally changing into the night
they closed down lufthansa center the workers’ stadium
bombed olympic park they did it for love
but for the sleepless heart but jardin du luxembourg
but butterflies flying on lantau over the temple of heaven
but hashish bees helicopters took them away
all of urumqi changed into a park
finally changing into the night and they sighed
they changed into her they love her they flew
into another dream
June 28, 2007
Tr. MW, March 2012
evening
much is fondling, much is wine
much is light and much is darkness
sometimes there can be reflection
sometimes you can see a star
sometimes you can rent a terrace
sometimes you can watch the moon
every day there is a morning
every time you see the birds
every time the rain comes pounding
every time you see the door
door you’re passing years and years
there is light and there is shadow
there are details in reflection
there are flowers, there’s the moon.
MW July 2011
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