Posts Tagged ‘sky’
六月 15, 2020
Ouyang Panxi
DAZED
Teacher, I am sorry.
When I’m in a daze, I don‘t think anything.
If I think of how I am going to do my homework over the winter holidays,
that is thinking, not dazed.
If I think of how I was in class with my teacher Big Cat, that is remembering and not dazed.
If I think of my dad, that means I miss him, that’s not called dazed.
If I think there is a rainbow kingdom up in the sky, I am creative,
not dazed.
If I think of what I am going to be when I grow up, that is dreaming, not dazed.
Only if I don’t think of anything, that is called dazed.
Translated by MW, June 2020
Ouyang Panxi
INTO SPACE
Teacher, I am sorry.
When I stare into space, I don‘t think anything.
When I think of how I am going to do my homework over the winter holidays,
that is thinking, not staring.
When I think of how I was in class with my teacher Big Cat, that is remembering and not staring.
When I think of my dad, that means I miss him, not staring.
If I think there is a rainbow kingdom up in the sky, I am creative,
not staring.
If I think of what I am going to be when I grow up, that is dreaming, not staring.
Only if I don’t think of anything, I just stare into space.
Translated by MW, June 2020
标签：children, class, communication, daze, dreaming, kingdom, language, learning, memory, NPC, Ouyang Panxi, people, rainbow, school, sky, space, speaking, stare, teacher, thinking, words, 新世纪詩典, 欧阳盼兮
发表在 2010s, 2013, 2019, 2020, 20th century, 21st century, April 2020, August 2019, December 2019, February 2020, January 2020, June 2020, March 2020, May 2020, November 2019, NOVEMBER 2020, NPC, October 2019, poetry, September 2019, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
六月 9, 2020
Li Suo
LOCKDOWN APARTMENT
Alcohol disinfectant, 75%
Thermometer
Facemask hangs by the entrance, ready for re-use
Steamed bread, failed three times
Fresh flowers from Yunnan, bought online from Taobo
Cat hairs in the rug, always
Unwashed dishes, several days
50 installments of a trite soap opera
Uncontrolled feelings
Three o’clock in the morning, tears on my pillow
Six lamps turned on together
News of people who died
News of people waiting to die
News of people dying in vain
More and more in this apartment
A kind of gloom I never felt before
A heavy heart
A heavy heart like in Du Fu
(Ballad of Army Wagons)
Spring rain outside, unceasing cold
„Dark skies, rain wails and wails“
Layer on layer
They weigh on my chest.
3/22/20
Translated by MW, June 2020
标签：apartment, atmosphere, dark, death, deaths, depression, disease, 里所, feeling, feelings, ghosts, heaven, history, Li Suo, life, lockdown, memory, NPC, pain, pandemic, rain, room, sky, sounds, virus, 新世纪詩典
发表在 2020, 20th century, 21st century, April 2020, December 2019, February 2020, January 2020, June 2020, March 2020, May 2020, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Tang Dynasty, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
四月 1, 2020
Ye Zhen
YOU SAY WHEN YOU DIE IN FOREIGN PARTS, REEDS IN THE WIND WILL STAND IN – TO A POETRY FRIEND WHO DIED FROM THE VIRUS
Last summer
we walked at the reservoir,
saw how the reeds
swayed in the wind.
Two dragonflies,
one on top of the other,
landed on a reed.
Then
the wind picked up,
they couldn’t stay,
had to fly up
in the wind doing their thing,
one stacked on another
up in the air.
2/24/2020
Translated by MW, 4/1/20
标签：air, animals, death, disease, friendship, grass, karma, memory, NPC, people, poetry, reeds, reincarnation, sex, sexuality, sky, virus, water, Ye Zhen, 叶臻, 新世纪詩典
发表在 2020, 20th century, 21st century, April 2020, December 2019, February 2020, January 2020, March 2020, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
三月 20, 2020
Xiang Lianzi
53rd Day
Old Uncle, my mother’s brother
cancelled his ticket,
says last few days he dreamt of Big-Character-Posters
all over the earth and the sky.
So many people have the sky on their heads,
blue mask,
they catch them everywhere.
I
am an eighty-year-old,
guess I should
stay in America.
3/18/20
Translated by MW, 3/18/2020
《印象》
维马丁
女诗人图雅
一直喜欢画画，
画得真好。
“我是TJ图雅，
正在参加美术临摹大赛，
快来给我投票吧”
噢，女子打伞，
画家的妻子带着小儿子。
想投票，但它不认得我的微信。
用新浪微博也不行，
去年八月已经被封了。
想说画得好，有个人风味。
看起来像戴口罩，
原画已经戴面纱，
现在看跟以前就不同。
2020.3
标签：age, art, Cultural Revolution, disease, dream, family, heaven, history, masks, memory, Monet, nation, painting, people, poetry, sky, Tu Ya, veil, virus, Xiang Lianzi, 图雅, 湘莲子
发表在 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2003, 2010s, 2020, 20th century, 21st century, December 2019, February 2020, January 2020, Middle Ages, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
九月 30, 2019
Photo by Johannes Fiederling
SKY
Is the sky a work of art?
Is the sky a piece of work?
I guess the sky
is the biggest
artwork on earth,
the most democratic.
For most people it’s free,
always open
except when it’s closed
but even then.
It’s very distinctive.
No-one else can do it.
Except maybe on some other planet
but for us in our lifetime
for every thing or being we know
if they are on earth
we have this sky
and for most of us
it is free.
Of course it’s not harmless.
No-one can say he or she made the sky
unless you are talking to God
or your lover,
your child.
It’s the most precious thing
we know.
Take care.
MW September 2019
标签：air, animals, anything, art, children, earth, family, knowledge, life, light, nature, outside, people, plants, poetry, religion, sky
发表在 20th century, 21st century, Antique times, Middle Ages, poetry, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
六月 14, 2019
Wang Yiyuan
PFIRSICHHÄLFTE
Ein Feuer brennt eine Rauchwolke
bleibt fern am Himmel ein Aug,
auch die Erde ist einsam.
Omi singt mir beim Schlafengehen vor:
Alles zum Essen lass nur Mao Mao…
Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2019
伊沙推荐语：王一渊是《现代诗写作》班里涌现的第11位《新诗典》诗人，是《新世纪诗典》有史以来推荐的第1000位诗人，将这大节点留给诗歌班既是尊重这四个月来创造的奇迹，也是为了日后的回忆更美！以本诗为例，大家是否注意到，写作班的同学语言基本功都很扎实、语文基础都较好，因为他们的《基础写作》课也是我教的，后来还教过他们《文学创作与批评》，他们是我三种课一条龙带过来的第一届学生，是西安外国语大学中文学院出产的精品。
npc: 1000 poets!!!
标签：alone, child, cloud, 王一渊, earth, eye, grandmother, half, lullaby, NPC, peach, poetry, sky, song, Wang Yiyuan, 新世纪詩典
发表在 1998, 2019, 20th century, 21st century, June 2019, May 2019, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
九月 4, 2018
Han Jingyuan
THE MOMENT WHEN HEAVEN SENDS ME A DAUGHTER
what makes you more numb in your head
than suddenly holding a little daughter
you feel helpless
this world is extremely unreal
like floating up there in the blue
and never falling?
August 2018
Translated by MW on Sept. 4, 2018
Han Jingyuan
DER MOMENT IN DEM DER HIMMEL MIR EINE TOCHTER SCHENKT
nichts macht einen schwindliger im kopf
als auf einmal im schosz eine kleine tochter halten
was soll man nur tun
die welt fuehlt sich mehr als unwirklich an
wie schweben ganz oben im blau
und nicht fallen?
August 2018
Übersetzt von MW im Sept. 2018
上苍赐我女儿的时刻
还有什么是比怀中突然抱着一个小女儿
更让人脑袋发蒙
手足无措
感觉这个世界超级不真实
就像飘在蓝色的天宇中
而不会下坠
的事？
2018年8月
标签：arms, blue, daughter, family, Han Jingyuan, heaven, holding, poetry, sky
发表在 2018, 20th century, 21st century, August 2018, poetry, September 2018, Translations, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
七月 28, 2018
The full moon sits over the temple of Apollo in Corinth, Greece. Photograph: Valerie Gache/AFP/Getty Images
国际月亮满和不满
昨天是月食。
听说整个歐洲都看得见,
除非有云。
我们楼一些邻居一块上屋顶看看,
還带各种望远镜,
包括能站的, 很大的。
火星相当大ͺ 红。
月亮用望远镜看得見细节,
像看到地图。
还看到ISS国际太空站。
主要是邻居一块出来看月亮,
很多人外面也出来看。
而前天晚上还是普通的满月。
中国奥地利都一样圆,
每个小地方,
除非看不见。
每次看还是感觉难得。
而且不满其实一样,
每一个人看都不同。
晚上的星星,
白天的云彩
有机会看
同样难得。
2018/7
International_Space_Station_after_undocking_of_STS-132
标签：austria, building, china, earth, Europe, home, international news, international relations, life, light, Mars, moon, neighbors, poetry, sky, stars, universe, Vienna
发表在 2018, 20th century, 21st century, July 2018, poetry, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
六月 27, 2018
Yi Sha
TANG DYNASTY HORSE
tang dynasty horse
fat
sturdy legs
big behind
tail like a whip
leaps into the sky
flies through the heavens
one long neigh
bloody neck
and no head
2017
Translated by MW in June 2018
Yi Sha
PFERD AIS DER TANG-ZEIT
pferd aus der tang-zeit
wohlgenährt
dicke beine
großer hintern
peitschenschwanz
steigt in die luft
fliegt durch den himmel
ein langes wiehern
blutiger hals
und kein kopf
Juni 2018
Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2018
唐朝的马｜伊沙
唐朝的马
很肥
腿粗
屁股大
尾巴如鞭
腾空而起
天马行空
一声长嘶
血脖子
没有头
2017
标签：animals, art, behind, body, butt, expression, figure, head, heavens, history, horse, imagination, impression, improvisation, legs, memory, movement, poetry, sculpture, sky, sound, spirit, tail, Tang Dynasty, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 1966, 2017, 2018, 20th century, 21st century, Antique times, June 2018, Middle Ages, poetry, Tang Dynasty, Translations, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
三月 14, 2018
Jiang Xinhe
BLUE
In the morning
when we sat down
in the train to Beijing
the sky was especially blue.
My younger sister looked
and said
the sky is so blue
you think there’ll be some problem?
Translated by MW, March 2018
Jiang Xinhe
BLAU
In der Früh
als wir in
den Zug nach Peking steigen
ist der Himmel sehr blau.
Meine kleine Schwester schaut
und sagt
der Himmel ist so blau
vielleicht passiert irgendwas?
Übersetzt von MW im März 2018
标签：air, blue, family, Jiang Xinhe, life, NPC, problem, sister, sky, train, 姜馨贺, 新世纪诗典
发表在 2018, 21st century, March 2018, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
三月 5, 2018
Li Wei
WINTERSONATE
Auf der leeren Flur voller Schnee
stapft ein schwarzer Bär
mit einer Geige.
Vor der Nacht
muss er den dunklen Wald erreichen.
Er schaut in den Himmel,
der Schnee
hört nicht auf.
Er schaut seine Geige an.
Ungeschickt
stapft er vorwärts,
es schneit auf seinen Kopf
und auf sein Rückenfell.
Im dunklen Wald
schneit es auch,
aber die Zuhörer
mit ihren Pelzmützen
sind alle schon da.
Still warten sie,
unter jedem Baum voller Schnee
sind die Plätze besetzt.
Februar 2018
Übersetzt von MW im Februar 2018
标签：animals, art, audience, bear, forest, music, NPC, sky, snow, wilderness, woods, 新世紀詩典, 李偉, 李伟
发表在 20th century, 21st century, February 2018, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
十二月 24, 2017
Sa dmar grags pa
ICH SCHWÖRE BEIM HIMMEL
ich glaube morgen gibt es sonne
ich glaube wolken sammeln sich in deinem schulbuch
ich glaube an die hölle
ich glaube an eine selbstmordüberlebende
ich glaube sie wird jemand anderen lieben
ich glaube die gattin gottes ist eine witwe
ich glaub die atombombe ist ein geschenk des himmels
ich glaub die menschheit wird nicht aussterben
ich glaube buddha hat frau und kinder verlassen
ich glaube an die absicht zur wiedergeburt
ich glaube an die herrschaft aus dem glauben
ich glaube an die herkunft eines fluches
ich glaube seelen wachsen in körpern
ich glaube morgen wird es besser
ich glaube allah ist kein kriegsgott
ich glaube an fakten des kannibalismus
ich glaube die toten
die sterben nie aus
2017, in der Küche
标签：body, Buddha, chef, cook, culture, curse, death, deaths, facts, famine, heaven, heavens, hell, kitchen, language, life, love, people, poetry, religion, Sa Dmar Grags Pa, Shamao Zhihua, sky, soul, speech, suicide, tibet, war, 沙冒智化
发表在 2017, 20th century, 21st century, December 2017, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
十月 23, 2017
FAZ 21. Oktober 2017
Liu Xia
AM 2. JUNI 1989
– für Xiaobo
Das ist kein gutes Wetter,
sag ich unter der prallen Sonne
zu mir selbst.
Ich steh hinter dir,
geb dir einen Klaps auf den Hinterkopf.
Deine Haare stechen mich in die Hand,
das ist mir neu.
Ich komm nicht dazu, dir noch ein Wort zu sagen,
du bist in den Nachrichten.
Ich schau zu dir auf mit allen Leuten
und werd immer müder.
Ich muss mich verstecken hinter den Massen,
ein bisschen rauchen
und in den Himmel schauen.
Vielleicht wird gerade ein Mythos geboren,
aber die Sonne scheint mir in die Augen,
ich kann ihn nicht sehen.
Übersetzt von MW im September 2017
一九八九年六月二日
──給曉波
⊙劉霞
這不是個好天氣
我在茂盛的太陽底下
對自己說
站在你身後
拍了拍你的頭頂
頭髮直刺我手心
這種感覺有點陌生
我沒有來得及和你說上一句話
你成了新聞人物
和眾人一起仰視你
使我很疲倦
只好躲到人群外面
抽支煙
望著天
也可能此時正有神話誕生
然而陽光太耀眼
使我無法看到它
1989.6
p.374-p.375《劉曉波劉霞詩選》香港夏菲爾國際出版公司，2000年初版
FAZ 21. Oktober 2017
FAZ 21. Oktober 2017
标签：1989, fate, hair, head, history, life, Liu Xia, Liu Xiaobo, memory, myth, news, poetry, politics, protest, sky, smoking, sun, translation, weather, 刘霞, 刘晓波, 劉霞, 劉曉波
发表在 1989, 20th century, 21st century, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized | 1 Comment »
五月 8, 2017
Yi Sha 《灵山岛》
BERG DER SEELE AUF DER INSEL
es gibt einen berg der seele
in der mitte einer insel
meer und himmel, oben und unten
dasselbe blau
viel zuviel blau
wir sind auf dem gipfel gestanden
rund um die insel gewandert
und in die feenwelt eingetreten
ganz wie im sprichwort
damals war ich jung und feurig
hab den mund vollgenommen wie nur ein student
ich hab zu dir gesagt: wenn ich
in dem was mir vorschwebt
am ende verliere
dann komm ich hierher
für den rest meines lebens
du hast gelächelt
und geschwiegen
ah! damals im sommer
war ich zweiundzwanzig
zehn jahre danach
war ich ein verlierer auch schon zehn jahre
und hab ganz ruhig als verlierer gelebt
und wollt gar nirgends hingehen
in diesem jahr zehn jahre später
hat dieser verlierer beschlossen
durch und durch als verlierer zu leben
wenn er jetzt zurückdenkt
an diese reise
an den wunderschönen berg auf der insel
bereut er nur eines
warum haben wirs nicht getan
du und ich
in der feenwelt
soviel wir nur konnten
2000
Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2017
《灵山岛》
伊沙
有座灵山
在岛中间
上下是海天一色的蓝
太多的蓝
我们站在山顶
然后环岛而行
用句俗话说
那叫步入仙境
那时少年轻狂的我
满嘴的学生腔
我对你说：如果
我设想的人生
最终失败了
我就上这儿来
度过余生
你笑了
什么也没说
唉！那年夏天
二十二岁的我
无法设想
十年后的我
已做了十年的失败者
安心地做
也没想过去哪儿
也是在十年后的这一年
他已做出决定
做一个彻头彻尾的失败者
关于那次旅行
关于美丽的灵山岛
他现在回想起来
只是有些遗憾
为什么不做爱呢
在仙境里
和你做
更多的爱
（2000）
标签：age, blue, body, education, history, ideals, island, life, loser, love, memory, peak, romance, sea, sex, sky, soul, souls, spririt, students, summer, travel, trip, walking, world, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 1988, 1989, 2000, Translations, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
二月 16, 2017
Pang Hua
EINE GROSSE SCHALE HIMMEL
im tempel auf dem berg hua
bitt ich einen tao-meister um einen trunk
er reicht mir abgekochtes wasser
ich nehm es entgegen
seh den blauen himmel darin
leer die schale in einem schluck
2016-02-05
Übersetzt von MW im Febr. 2017
标签：Daoism, heaven, mountain, Pang Hua, poetry, religion, sky, temple, thirst, water, 庞華, 新世纪诗典
发表在 2016, 2017, Februar 2017, February 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
十二月 10, 2016
HOW MANY ROADS
– for Bob Dylan
wer ist der beste deutsche dichter?
der wind der wind das himmlische kind
wer ist der beste englische dichter?
der wind der wind das himmlische kind
wer ist der beste höllische dichter?
der wind der wind das himmlische kind
wer ist der beste gutmenschendichter?
der wind der wind das himmlische kind
wer ist der beste bösmenschendichter?
der wind der wind das himmlische kind
wer ist der beste weibliche dichter?
der wind der wind das himmlische kind
wer ist der beste männliche dichter?
der wind der wind das himmlische kind
wer ist der österreichischste dichter?
der wind der wind das himmlische kind
MW Dezember 2016
WIRBELT IM WIND
– Danke an Bob Dylan!
wieviele wege geht denn ein mensch
bevor du sagst er ist ein mensch?
eine weiße taube fliegt übers meer
wie oft bevor sie schläft?
wieviele male fliegt denn ein ball
bevor die kanone zerbricht?
die antwort, mein freund
die weht im wind
die antwort wirbelt im wind
wieviele jahre steht denn ein berg
bevor ihn der wind wäscht ins meer?
wieviele jahre stehen menschen auf
bevor du’s erlaubst: sie sind frei!
wieviele male drehst du dich um
und tust so als ob du nichts findst?
die antwort, mein freund
die weht im wind
die antwort wirbelt im wind
wieviele male schaut denn ein mann
bevor er den himmel sehen kann?
wieviele ohren brauchst du denn noch
bevor du hörst: jemand weint!
wieviele tote bis du dann weißt
dass zu viele niemand mehr find’t?
die antwort, mein freund
die weht im wind
die antwort wirbelt im wind
MW Dezember 2016
标签：angels, answer, austria, Bob Dylan, child, cry, 美国 America, deaths, ears, English, Europe, evil, existence, expression, eyes, female, free, friend, German, Germany, good, hell, history, language, life, lyrics, male, memory, music, Nobel prize, poetry, prize, sea, sky, song, speech, Switzerland, times, wind, world, writing, years
发表在 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, 2010s, December 2016, October 2016, poetry, Roman times, Translations, Uncategorized, Welcome! | Leave a Comment »
十月 22, 2016
Li Xunyang
I AM GOING TO THE SEA IN THE STARS
at night
there’s a road
that climbs to a road
then climbs to the next road
many thousand roads
all climb to another road
one road behind all the others
stands up
takes a good look under its feet
villages cities countries
starts dancing into the heavens
30,000 suns and above
lightly
in a few steps
2013
Tr. MW, Oct. 2016
Li Xunyang
MEINE FAHRT GEHT AUFS STERNENMEER
eine straße
in der nacht
kraxelt zu einer straße
kraxelt zu einer anderen straße
viele tausend straßen
kraxeln alle nach noch einer straße
ganz am ende die eine straße
die steht dann auf
mustert unter ihren füßen
dörfer städte länder
fängt an zu tanzen hoch in den himmel
über die stirnen von 30.000 sonnen
auf zehenspitzen
mit ein paar schritten
2013
Übersetzt von MW im Oktober 2016
标签：abroad, cities, climb, countries, dance, feet, heavens, journey, leap, Li Xunyang, night, sky, space, stars, steps, street, sun, towns, villages, 新世纪诗典, 李勋阳
发表在 2013, 2014, NPC, October 2016, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
十月 14, 2016
MOON
Putting my son to bed,
I look for the moon and the stars every night.
Haven’t seen the moon for a while.
It’s a half moon, kind of yellow
and dirty white
though the air is fresh and cold
from the rain.
September was hot
and rather dry.
Two years ago I was in America,
feels like many years.
MW October 2016
MOND
ich hab den mond lang nicht gesehen
er ist ein halbmond ein bleiches gelb
ein bisschen schmutzig
obwohl die luft kalt ist und frisch
nach dem regen
september war heiß
ziemlich trocken
jetzt im oktober ist es halt kalt
vor zwei jahren war ich in amerika
fühlt sich jetzt an wie sehr lange her
MW Oktober 2016
标签：america, children, moon, night, poetry, sky, stars, VSC, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 2014, 2016, October 2014, October 2016, poetry, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
九月 23, 2016
Ma Fei
WHY?
Every time
I see an animal
no matter if
it flies in the sky
swims in the water
runs on the land
small like an ant
big as a tiger
first thing I think of
would be
can it be eaten?
Tr. MW, Sept. 2016
Ma Fei
WARUM?
seh ich ein tier
egal ob es nun
am himmel fliegt
im wasser schwimmt
rennt auf der erd
ameisenklein
groß wie ein tiger
woran ich denk
ist zuerst:
kann man es essen?
Übersetzt von MW im September 2016
标签：animals, ant, big, china, earth, 馬非, fly, food, history, land, life, Ma Fei, memory, motion, NPC, people, poetry, question, sky, small, tiger, water, 新世纪诗典
发表在 NPC, poetry, September 2016, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
七月 31, 2016
Wu Yulun
DREAM FROM MAY 14
I am with a climbing team
mountain trekking for a few days
we are almost up at the summit
at the last slope
before our victory
sun appears right over the top
sky is deep blue
earth one plate of gold
for this most beautiful scene
I take down my camera
aim it at the red ball up there
so we have a picture
but then the sun goes out
like a lamp
sky is dark night
mountain top a silhouette
2016
Tr. MW, July 2016
《五月十四日梦》
吴雨伦
我与一支登山队
几天的跋涉
即将登上大山之巅
在胜利之前的
最后一面山坡下
太阳出现在山头的正上方
天空一片湛蓝
土地被照成金黄色
那真是一片极美之景
我拿起脖子下的相机
对准那轮红日
企图拍下点什么
可太阳突然熄灭
像一盏灯
天空也变成了黑夜
山头只剩下轮廓
2016
标签：climbing, colours, dream, earth, light, mountain, poetry, reality, sky, sun, trekking, Wu Yulun, 吴雨伦
发表在 July 2016, May 2016, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
七月 5, 2016
JUPITER
jupiter
is a marble
my daughter is
a sorcerer
a witch if you will
this cloud is a dragon
a hippo an angel
fields I have to cross in my life
when I see the clouds I feel closer to god
there is christ lying down before dying
don’t you see it?
don’t you believe me?
there is the eye
there are the nostrils
spewing fire!
come on do you think I am lying?
MW July 2016
标签：age, air, angel, animals, art, belief, child, clouds, crocodile, dragon, eye, faith, god, heaven, heavens, language, magic, nose, poetry, religion, self, shape, sky, speech, tail, Vienna
发表在 July 2016, poetry, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
六月 26, 2016
Xue Ke
MOANING
some people raise their heads to sing
God receives each one of their songs
some people sigh and look up to the sky
but God has gone to take a nap
what happened when I was moaning against the heavens:
wind rose
wind stuffed what I had said
every mouthful
back into my trap
Tr. MW, June 2016
Xue Ke
RAUNZEN
manche heben den kopf und singen zum himmel
gott nimmt alles auf jeden einzelnen ton
manche seufzen hinauf
gott ist gerade beim mittagsschlaf
als ich geraunzt hab gegen den alten wars komisch
wind ist gekommen
hat was ich gesagt hab
ein wort nach dem andern
zurückgestopft in meinen mund
Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2016
标签：complain, 雪克, god, heads, heaven, mouth, poetry, religion, sigh, sing, sky, sleep, Xue Ke, 新世纪诗典
发表在 June 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
五月 28, 2016
Yi Sha 《方程式汽车大赛》
FORMULA 1 GRAND PRIX
the camera on nigel mansell’s car
recorded how senna and prost
crashed into each other:
simple and perfect,
such a clear picture
enticing
this stinking intellectual with his big head:
a bout of poetry – death
just like this
a stroke of lightning
— but what the fuck!
that crazy mansell
steps on the gas. up from behind,
crushes my poetry.
no death at all. one million pairs
of spectator’s eyes see only victory!
1993
Tr. MW, May 2016
《方程式汽车大赛》
曼塞尔车上的摄像机
看见了普罗斯特
与塞纳的相撞
那么简单
明快
诱使
吾这颗臭知识分子的大脑袋
诗意盎然 – 死亡
就是这样吧
像一道闪电
— 滚你妈的！
疯狂车手曼塞尔
加大油门 后来居上
一下子碾碎了吾的诗意
没有死亡 在一万双
人的眼里 唯有胜利
Yi Sha 《方程式汽车大赛》
FORMEL 1 GRAND PRIX
die kamera auf dem wagen von nigel mansell
hat mitbekommen wie prost und senna
zusammengekracht sind
es war ganz einfach
ein klares bild
eine versuchung
für einen intellektuellen wie mich
für mein stinkendes hirn
ich mach gleich ein gedicht – über den tod
so schnell geht das
wie der blitz
– aber scheiße!
der verrückte mansell
steigt voll aufs gas, holt auf und ist vorn
mein schönes gedicht ist kaputt
es gibt keinen tod. in millionen
zuschaueraugen zählt nur der sieg
1993
Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2016
《意义何在》
现在
我面对
一盒香烟
在我手边
掏出一支
叼在嘴上
划火柴
第二根着了
七分钟后
我把它抽掉了
有没有意义
我让自己舒服了
1994
Yi Sha 《意义何在》
WO LIEGT DER SINN
jetzt
stehe ich vor
einer schachtel
ich fische eine zigarette heraus
steck sie mir in den mund
reibe streichhölzer an
das zweite fängt feuer
nach sieben minuten
ist die sache zu ende
hat es einen sinn
ich fühle mich besser
1994
Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2016
《轮回》
在长安
我不敢轻易眨眼
我怕在一瞬之间
这天空 这城垣
雁塔 渭水
再下陷一千年
我只好紧闭双眼
紧攥着拳
站着 任岁月流沙
葬我 在千年之后
作为文物
重新出土
1994
Yi Sha 《轮回》
KARMA
in chang’an
hab ich angst dass ich zwinker
und im nächsten moment
sind dieser himmel sind diese stadtwälle
wildganspagoden und der fluss wei
noch einmal versunken für tausend jahre
so kann ich nur die augen zukneifen
die fäuste ballen
stehen im sand in der zeit
bis sie mich begraben und in tausend jahren
wieder entdecken:
kulturmonument!
1994
Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2016
《记忆》
爸爸 小时候
你给我把尿
让我以那种姿势
而对尘世
你口中嘘嘘不止
然后我尿柱掣天
如今 儿已是
口哨大王
在ADO乐队干
爸爸 记忆
是一种欲尿的感觉哇
1994
Yi Sha 《记忆》
ERINNERUNG
papa! als ich klein war
hast du mir beigebracht
ohne windeln zu pinkeln
als ich in dieser haltung
dem staub der erde
entgegenhing
hast du gepfiffen
bis mein strahl an den himmel ging
heut ist dein sohn
weltberühmter pfeifer
in der rockband ADO
papa! erinnerung –
das gefühl ich will pinkeln!
1994
Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2016
标签：archeology, camera, cars, Chang'an, cigarette, crash, culture, death, dust, earth, feeling, history, karma, life, meaning, memory, monument, music, peeing, picture, poetry, sand, sky, smoke, sports, time, victory, whistling, Xi'an, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 1980s, 1994, May 2016, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
三月 30, 2016
MOND
wär schön wenn der mond mich jeden tag braucht
jede nacht ein gedicht
kommt eh öfters vor
manchmal seh ich ihn nicht
manchmal ist er da
untertags
MW 30. März 2016
MOON
would be nice if the moon needs me every night
a poem a day
happens once in a while
sometimes I don’t see her
sometimes she is there
and it’s day
anyway
MW 3/30/16
标签：day, life, moon, night, poetry, sky
发表在 March 2016, poetry, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
二月 22, 2016
Jiang Huhai
I OFTEN HAVE GRAND ENTITIES ON MY MIND
Toby was my little dog.
I changed his name and called him Earth.
Came home late at night, reclined on a chair
Earth at my feet.
Then I picked up Earth into my lap,
for some quality time.
Proceeded to give Earth a bath,
clipped his hair.
Disinfected Earth’s wounds, put on a bandage,
told Earth to calm down and relax.
Then I changed Earth’s name into Sky.
Later he became Ocean.
Everything I had done to the Earth,
I did to the Ocean, etc. etc.
Tr. MW, Febr. 2016
标签：bath, calligraphy, care, dog, earth, hair, Jiang Huhai, ocean, pet, philosophy, sky, 新世纪诗典, 江湖海
发表在 February 2016, July 2010, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
二月 18, 2016
南行记： FROM SOUTHERN CHINA THROUGH SOUTHEAST ASIA
THE MOON IS FASTER THAN OTHER PEOPLE
people are slow here
says our guide
you have to get used to them
then it’s dark in a jump
and the moon climbs very fast
to her highest position
guess she is happy
to serve Chinese tour groups
so these few years
she runs faster and faster
January 2016
SLEEPING PALACE
actually the palace is very still
tourists stream in and out
serious people stay in their pictures
the palace is sleeping
in history
Bangkok, January 2016
IN THE EMPORIUM OF PRECIOUS STONES
In the emporium of precious stones
there is a smoking room,
looks a bit like a prison.
Men who need separation
quietly gather,
with their heavy hearts
just for a short spell;
then go on buying things.
January 2016
TRANSVESTITES IN THAILAND
“Some are half-demon,
half-demon, half human.”
I am sure our guide is a man.
He is open-minded, just like his country.
“We in China this, China that …”
I wish his China was a real country.
MW January 2016
VACATION
Let us go diving into the deep.
Last year in August
someone in Tianjin
said one thousand people had died.
He was put in jail.
Let us go diving.
Elections this year in Taiwan,
first female president.
Let’s go now, let’s go.
These few days
someone gave an interview
voice of freedom or something.
Said the city he lived in
was not free,
autonomous region was not autonomous.
Let us go diving now.
He got fourteen years.
He wasn’t the first.
Let’s go now, go.
There’ll be other things
planned for the afternoon.
January 2016
SHE HAS TO BE PERFECT
In Singapore
we have a new guide.
Her name means “swallow”.
She explains about their laws.
Sounds a bit like Thailand
talks about Buddhism.
“You have to be careful,
you can’t just sit down anywhere.”
We get in very late
but we still call a reading.
Across the street from the hotel
you can sit outside,
you can even smoke.
Long as you don’t toss the butt.
When you order a beer,
one bottle per person may be too much.
Where is the moon?
In Singapore
she obeys the law to the letter,
otherwise they beat her behind.
She steps out of the clouds
in her most perfect poise.
January 2016
POETRY READING IS GOOD
Poetry Reading’s good,
Poetry Reading’s good.
In our New Poetry Canon, people’s dignity is high.
System clique’s in the dregs,
state-sanctioned writers scurry with their tails between their legs!
January 2016 (to the tune of Socialism Is Good)
MOSQUE & CASINO
Mosque and casino
both have Adam and Eve.
The casino in Singapore
at the Botanical Garden
greets you with Dali and with Botero.
Botero’s sculptures Adam and Eve
at the gate of the casino.
What would the artist think of this sight?
Art is a rather ambivalent thing.
Poetry makes you a better person?
The mosque in Malaysia’s government district
is a sight to behold.
I am folding my hands.
An old lady asks me if I am a Muslim.
I just bow and keep silent,
so she lets me go in
and helps me taking pictures.
She sees I don’t know how to pray
so she gives me a folder and tries to explain.
There’ll be prayer time in forty minutes.
Men at the bottom, women up there.
She hopes I can make it.
The folder says
Adam and Eve were also Muslims.
Adam was the first Prophet.
The Mosque has Quran editions in English.
I flip through a section.
Allah bestows many signs on mankind.
Sleep is also a sign,
along with creation
and languages and different colours.
We haven’t had enough sleep on this trip.
Soaring up with my eyes,
I think being a Muslim is good.
I know why it’s forbidden to make any idols.
Half an hour later we are drinking beer.
I am still a believer
in beauty in art.
Poetry and art are signs of Allah.
January 2016
HEROES’ MONUMENT OF MALAYSIA
Was it a glorious thing when they died?
Did they go to war
for peace and freedom?
In World War I
In World War II
In civil war
they hardly had any choice.
In 1966
Malaysia’s prime minister had them erected
a park of monuments.
They already had one from World War I.
With names from Europe, also from India.
Probably officers.
To make this park for all those who died,
all those who gave their lives in the wars.
In 1966.
I was born in that year.
Maybe this monument
was a good idea.
January 2016
COMING BACK FROM ABROAD, LADEN WITH TREASURE
Coming back from abroad, laden with treasure.
Thanks everybody!
Thanks to Rong Bin,
to Niu Yihe, to 3A.
Thank you, Li Zhenyu.
You said my diarrhoea
was as fast as my poetry.
Thank you, Benben.
You made me eat Durian.
Thank you, Jun Er.
You bought me beer.
Thank you, Xiang Lianzi,
you offered me coffee.
Let’s all thank Jiang Tao
helping us to get back on the bus.
Thank you, Gao Ge
you helped me smuggle pillows.
Thank you, An Qi,
you helped me buy a mattress.
Thank you, Ru Ye,
we slept in one bed,
you recited erotic poetry for me.
Thank you, Xing Hao.
You sang praise to my body hair.
Thanks everyone for beautiful poetry.
Let’s say thanks to our guides,
A Fu and A Ping, Ms. Yan, Ms. Chen –
and on our last day
Mr. Chen, who had studied in Canada.
They taught us how to speak,
how to say thank you.
Kap kun ka – your credit card is empty.
Dai ni ma kan xi – take your mom to a theatre.
Our guides taught us history
and facts about Chinese minorities.
The Chinese platoon #93
in the Golden Triangle.
The Singapore Church of The Law.
Their story of independence.
The state of Malaysia,
elections and tribes.
Thank you, Yi Sha!
We had so many readings.
We broke every record.
We come back from the south,
laden with treasure.
January 2016
《南行記》
《月亮比别人快》
泰国月亮比别人快
导游说
这里人比较慢
你们要习惯
可天一下子就黑了。
月亮很快
爬得最高的位置。
我看月亮很积极
迎接中国的游客。
这几年大概
越来越快了。
2016. 1. 20
《皇宫睡覺》
泰國皇宫其實很安静。
游客游來游去。
遗像的人物
都比較嚴肅。
皇宫睡覺
在歷史裏。
2016.1.21
《寶石店吸煙室》
寶石店吸煙室
像臨時監獄。
需要隔開的男人
懷著沉重的氣氛
都自愿地集合。
關起來幾分鐘
然後繼續購物。
2016.1.22
《泰国人妖》
“有的是半妖,
半人半妖。”
我们华裔导游
肯定全是人。
而且思想开放,
就像他的国家。
“我们中国
怎么样怎么样…”
但愿中国
真是他的国家。
2016.1.22
《度假》
我们去潜水吧
去年八月份
有人说天津
死了一千
被关起来。
我们去潜水吧。
今年台灣选举
第一位女总统。
去吧, 去吧。
这几天
有人接受访问
自由之声
说他所在的城市
不自由
自治区不自治。
我们去潜水吧。
他被判十四年。
也不是第一人。
去吧, 去吧。
等到下午
还有别的项目。
2016.1.23
《不敢不完美》
到了新加坡
燕子导游解释
最严格的法律
听来崇拜法规
像泰国拜佛。
到了旅馆很晚。
还是開詩會。
过马路坐外面
可以抽烟。
只要烟蒂不扔。
点啤酒不能
一人一次一瓶那么多。
月亮在哪儿
在新加坡
月亮遵守严厉法律
否则打她的后面
月亮出彩云
就剛恰当。
2016.1.25
《詩會主義》
詩會主义好,
詩會主义好。
我们的新詩典人民地位高。
体制派被打倒,
作家协会夹着尾巴逃跑了。
2016.1.26
《赌场跟清真寺》
赌场跟清真寺有什么关系?
都有亚当和夏娃。
新加坡植物园赌场
有西班牙、哥伦比亚
艺术家 DALI, BOTERO
的作品。
BOTERO 的雕塑亚当和夏娃
放在赌场门前
艺术家自己会怎么想?
艺术是很暧昧的东西。
诗歌让你做更好的人吗?
马来西亚行政中心大清真寺
非常壮观
老年纪女人让我进去做礼拜
問我是穆斯林吗
我沉默不否认
可以随便进去
也可以照相。
她看出来我不知道怎么祈祷
就給我指示, 还解释很多。
不到一个小时有礼拜的时间。
男士下面, 女士在上。
欢迎我参加。
她給我的手册裏寫着
亚当和夏娃是穆斯林。
亚当就是第一位先知。
清真寺裏有古兰经
英语版读一片段
上帝安拉給人类的指示。
睡觉也是安拉的指示,
像创造世界所有的现象
包括不同的肤色和语言。
这几天我们都睡觉太少。
站在让你眼睛翱翔的大厅
我愿意做穆斯林
并明白為什麽禁止做偶像。
半个小时以后我们喝啤酒。
我这个虔诚的穆斯林
崇拜艺术的美丽。
美丽就是安拉的指示。
2016.1.28 凌晨3:27
《马来西亚英雄纪念碑》
他死得很光荣吗?
他去打仗都是
為自由、 和平?
第一次世界大战
第二次世界大战
还有内战
他反正都是无奈的。
一九六六年
马来西亚首相让他们做
综合的纪念碑公园。
一战的碑已经有,
上面的名字都來自欧洲和印度。
給所有去打仗献出生命的同胞们
立纪念雕塑、 修一场公园
在我出生的一九六六年
也许好主义。
2016.1.28
《從東南亞满载而歸》
从东南亚满载而归
谢谢大家
谢谢荣斌
牛依河、三个A
谢谢李振羽
说我寫詩跟拉稀一样快
谢谢笨笨
給我吃榴莲
谢谢君儿
給我买啤酒
谢谢湘莲子
催我喝咖啡
谢谢蒋涛
催大家上车
谢谢高歌
替我走私枕头
谢谢安琪
替我买床垫
谢谢如也
跟我过夜
读色情诗歌
谢谢邢昊
赞颂我的毛
等等
谢谢很多人寫我
谢谢导游
阿福阿平燕子小陈
还有最后一天
从加拿大留学回来的马来西亚导游
导游们教我们
怎么说谢谢
卡空卡
带你妈看戏
教我们
他们国家当代历史
和华人情况
金三角93军队
芭提雅人妖
新加坡崇拜法规
含泪宣布独立
马来西亚民族和选举
谢谢伊沙
到处開詩會
肯定破了记录
我们大家
满载而归
2016.1.29
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMTQ3NDM4MzA5Ng==.html
标签：air, autonomy, Bangkok, beer, body, border, bus, Casino, china, chocolate, coffee, companionship, culture, dance, diving, expression, fast, fear, food, freedom, friendship, fun, government, guide, hair, heritage, heroes, history, ideology, independence, Kuala Lumpur, language, law, Malacca, Malaysia, memory, mind, mosque, Nanning, news, palace, Pattaya, plane, poetry, politics, river, shopping, Singapore, sky, sleep, society, speech, temperature, thailand, tourism, tradition, travel, trees, vacation, violence, water
发表在 February 2016, January 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 新世纪诗典 | 1 Comment »
一月 6, 2016
Qin Bazi 《我看见灰》
ICH SEHE GRAU
grau getauchter himmel
graue strasse, graue häuser
grau-graue leute
rutschen durchs grau
wie ein unruhiger hund
grau im gesicht
nicht vor schreck
einfach grau
graue zweige
noch dunkler im grau
die sonne dazwischen
eine weiche kaki
ein mensch schaut hinauf
saugt auf etwas grau
spuckt aus etwas grau
ich seh wie das wabernde grau
vor seinem gesicht
sich in falten legt
Dezember 2015
Übersetzt von Martin Winter im Januar 2015
《我看见灰》
灰蒙蒙的天空
灰色的路，灰色楼
灰溜溜的人
在灰中移动
像一条站不直的灰狗
灰头土脸
并不是形容
而是写实
灰色的树杈
在灰中显得更黑
树杈间的太阳
是一只软柿子
树下仰望的人
吸进一些灰
吐出一些灰
我看见弥漫的灰
在他的面前
起了绉纹
标签：air, branch, buildings, 秦巴子, dark, face, fruit, grey, houses, life, people, poetry, pollution, Qin Bazi, sky, street, sun, tree
发表在 December 2015, January 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
十一月 9, 2015
POEMS FROM OCTOBER – Yi Sha 伊沙
Yi Sha
SKY IN SHANGHAI
on our first afternoon in shanghai
there was a symposium
at the academy of social sciences
dinner in another building
eating dinner
I have to go to the bathroom
from the bathroom window
I see the sky
it is just getting dark
the sun is setting
the sky is red
this is a whole different sky
my mother
grew up under this sky
now she and the sky
they have become one
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《上海的天空》
到达上海的头天下午
在社科院
开了一下午研讨会
晚餐时进了另一幢楼
进餐过程中
我上了一回厕所
从厕所的窗子
看见上海的天空
正值黄昏
夕阳西下
红霞满天
那是不一样的天空啊
我的母亲
望着它长大
如今已经与它
融为一体
Yi Sha
WHO IS GOING TO SLEEP WITH YOU
my wife is on a business trip
asks me on the phone:
“who will sleep with you tonight?”
“a flea”
is my answer
it’s the truth
I had classes all day
had a nap at noon in the teacher’s room
on the old sofa
and got bitten all over
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《谁陪你睡觉》
在外出差的妻
打来电话问：
“今晚谁陪你睡觉？”
“一只虱子”
我回答道
我说的是真的
今儿我全天有课
午休在教研室的
一张破沙发上
被咬了一身疙瘩
Yi Sha
DREAM 566
I don’t trust this group of people
they are sitting at a round table
eating their fill from a big plate of living
bugs
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（566）》
我不信任的一伙人
围坐在一个圆桌边
在大吃一盘活着的
虫子
Yi Sha
DREAM 567
the chinese men’s basketball team
came back after four years on top of asia
and earned their ticket for the olympics
in rio next year
after I saw the game
I fell asleep, then I saw it again
they still won the cup
but the process was different
even the finals
there was another opponent
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（567）》
中国男篮在时隔四年后
重新夺回亚洲冠军
并拿到明年
里约奥运会的入场券
在看完决赛的夜里
我又梦见了他们夺冠
结果是一样的
但过程全然不同
连决赛对手都换了
Yi Sha
DREAM 568
the japanese have occupied china
and installed cameras in every classroom
they need to watch every minute
everything I am teaching
my hate for the japanese
keeps building up
till the day it explodes
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（568）》
日本占领时期
教室里安装了探头
他们时刻监视着
我在课堂上的讲授
我对日本人的仇恨
蓄积着
等待爆发的一天
Yi Sha
DREAM 569
I am a woman
the dissident zhang zhixin
trussed up for slaughter
led to the river bank
for execution
a bullet is coming
it goes right between my brows
but I don’t fall down
I am not dead
I feel electricity
up and down in my body
the sky is blue as never before
October 2015
Tr. MW, 2015
《梦（569）》
我是女人
是张志新
被五花大绑
押往河滩
执行枪决
一颗子弹射来
正中我眉心
却没有倒下
没有死
全身上下
通电之感
天空无比湛蓝
Yi Sha
DREAM 570
I dreamed of a window
what was outside the window
that was the part
I cannot remember
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（570）》
我梦见了
一扇窗子
窗外景色
是梦醒之后
忘却的部分
Yi Sha
DREAM 571
I took a nap
I had a dream
I’m sure of that
but forgot all the contents
the whole afternoon
I couldn’t remember one thing
it felt as bad
as loosing money
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（571）》
午觉时
我做了个梦
我只记得
这个行为
但却忘记了内容
整个下午
怎么想也想不起
就像丢了钱
一样难受
Yi Sha
DREAM 572
I always thought
I don’t like women who are good in sports
but why am I dreaming
of a girl in high school
who sat next to me
she was javelin champion
I feel very nervous
I am very much under pressure
this is the second time
I am dreaming about her
I wrote another poem
about that first time
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（572）》
我一直以为
我不喜欢
体育型的女生
但为什么
当我梦见
中学时代那个
女子标枪冠军
做了我同桌时
却诚惶诚恐
倍感压力
有诗可查
这已经是
我第二次梦见她
Yi Sha
DREAM 574
“this is a contemporary poem“,
says the shanghai poet lu yu
about a piece by qi guo.
“many people write modern poems,
but they don’t write contemporary poems.”
this really happened three days ago
in zhujiajiao water town next to shanghai
at a poetry festival.
now I have dreamed about it
because I have said a while ago:
“if it isn’t contemporary,
it isn’t really a modern poem.”
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（574）》
“这是一首当代诗”
上海诗人陆渔在评点
祁国的一首诗：
“大部分诗人
写的是现代诗
而不是当代诗……”
那是在三天前
在上海朱家角水乡诗会上
真实发生过的一幕
重现在我昨夜的梦中
那是因为我早就说过：
“缺乏当代性
绝非真正的现代诗”
Yi Sha
DREAM 578
I am having a fight with my wife.
Some chicken-feather-small thing,
garlic-peal-thing, we can’t stop fighting.
An old holy man
comes down from the sky,
and touches the crown of her head.
She stops fighting with me.
I take a great leap
to jump into the sky
and beat that old man.
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（578）》
我和老婆在吵架
为件鸡毛蒜皮的小事
吵个不休
一个仙翁
从天而降
伸手摸了她的顶
她就不再跟我吵了
我一跃而起
跃上天空
追打仙翁
Yi Sha
DREAM 580
some town in yunnan
probably dali
she is selling flowers
gets me to follow her
into a dark room
then she has changed
into a prostitute
I haven’t done anything
but I am getting caught
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（580）》
云南某城
好像是大理
一个卖花女
将我引诱到
一个小黑屋
摇身一变
成卖淫女
我啥都没干
却当场被抓
Yi Sha
DREAM 581
As a volunteer
I walk into
a camp of syrian refugees
I am very surprised
everyone of them
looks like one of us
from the country I come from.
I know their faces,
they all look like family.
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（581）》
作为一名志愿者
我走进
叙利亚难民营
惊讶地发现
他们都长着
一张张同胞的脸
把我认作
祖国的亲人
标签：basketball, bathroom window, blue, cameras, classroom, contemporary, 祁国, Dali, death penalty, dissident, dream, execution, 陆渔, fight, flea, food, girl, hate, history, home country, insects, Japanese, memory, modern, mother, occupation, poetry, politics, refugees, relatives, sex, Shanghai, sky, sleep, sports, Syria, teaching, wife, window, woman, yi sha, Yunnan, Zhang Zhixin, Zhujiajiao, 张志新, 探头, 日本占领时期, 朱家角水乡, 上海, 伊沙
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十月 2, 2015
DREAMS FROM SEPT. 2015 – 伊沙
Yi Sha
DREAM #553
one phalanx
after the other
of paper soldiers
passing in goose step
paper trucks
passing slowly
carrying
paper rockets
paper tanks
have to have tanks
they drive on their own
armoured vehicles
glued out of paper
and paper air-planes
pass in the sky
just like kites
with broken strings
don’t know where they’re flying
don’t know where they’re going
don’t know whose hands
have glued them together
guess they’ll be burned
on tomb-sweeping day
burned for some ghost
way down below
September 2015
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
Yi Sha
DREAM # 555
Shen Haobo and I
are in a coffee shop talking poetry,
talking into the night.
“I am hungry”, says Haobo.
“What do they have here for eating?”
“There is nothing to eat here”, I say.
“But there is a cake shop next door.
Maybe they can deliver a cake.”
“I don’t want to eat cake”, Haobo says.
“I want to eat hotpot.”
”Then we let them bring hotpot”, I say.
So I pick up my phone to call them.
Right away they deliver
a twelve-inch cream cake
in the form of a hotpot
with burning candles.
September 2015
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
Yi Sha
DREAM # 556
Qin Bazi and I
stay in one room
in a hotel
(this actually happened last month).
Someone barges in,
it is a person
shaped like a cylinder
and there’s a head.
My old friend says:
“Is this a person?
If you look like this
maybe you don’t want to
live as a human …”
I say,
“You have to live as a person.
First you’re a person,
all other possibilities
come afterwards.”
September 2015
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
Yi Sha
DREAM #557
a computer screen
with my identity card
I have to squeeze myself
my whole living body
into the computer
to substitute that photo
after several attempts
I succeed
September 2015
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
Yi Sha
DREAM #561
this question on the exam
is harder than I thought
I have to sort every person I know
into:
1) our side
2) other nations
September 2015
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
Yi Sha
DREAM #564
she wants to stand
making love
with her back to a wall
when we’re done
she is gone
but there’s a shadow
left on the wall
September 2015
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
Yi Sha
DREAM #565
I’m lying down on a lawn
on my left side
on my right side
then on my back
then on my belly
everything comfortable
I give thanks
to the blue sky above
September 2015
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
《梦（553）》
一个方阵
一个方阵
的纸人
正步走过
纸汽车
缓缓开过
运载着
纸导弹
纸坦克
是少不了的
它们自行开过
还有纸糊的
装甲车
还有纸飞机
从天上飞过
像风筝
断了线
不知飞向何方
不知去向何方
不知是谁的手
把它们糊出来
在清明节这天
拿出来烧
烧给阴间的
哪个鬼
《梦（555）》
我和沈浩波
在一家咖啡馆谈诗
谈得昏天黑地
“我饿了”浩波说
“这儿有啥吃的？”
“这儿没啥吃的”我说
“不过隔壁有家蛋糕房
可以叫他们送个蛋糕来”
“我不想吃蛋糕”浩波说
“我想吃火锅”
“那就让他们送个火锅呗”我说
然后用手机打电话
货很快便送到了
12寸的奶油蛋糕
被做成铜火锅的造型
还有点燃的蜡烛
《梦（556）》
我和秦巴子
同住在一家宾馆的
房间里
（这幕情景
上个月才发生过）
有人破门而入
是一个圆柱体的人
有脑袋
躯干是个圆柱体
老秦说：
“这是人吗
长这样还不如
不做人了……”
我说：
“还是得做人
先做人才有
其他可能性”
《梦（557）》
电脑屏幕上
有一张我的身份证
我非要把我
这个大活人
嵌进去
取代那张照片
几番尝试
终难如愿
《梦（561）》
卷面上的这道题
比我想象的难做
将我所认识的人
划归为：
1、自己人
2、非我族类
《梦（564）》
她要与我
站着做爱
背靠着墙
做完之后
她不见了
墙上留下
一个影子
《梦（565）》
我躺在一片草坪上
左侧
右侧
平躺
趴着
都是舒服的
我感恩
头顶上的一片蓝天
标签：airplanes, armoured vehicle, army, back, belly, cake, china, coffee house, computer, 秦巴子, dream, dreams, ghost, hotel, hotpot, human, ID, live, nation, others, paper, parade, person, poetry, Qin Bazi, sex, shadow, Shen Haobo, side, sky, soldiers, tank, yi sha, 沈浩波, 伊沙
发表在 October 2015, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
七月 22, 2015
Wu Yulun 吴雨伦
MORGENGLOCKEN 《暮鼓晨钟》
ganz in der früh
kommt ein komisches horn
wie die reveille für die soldaten
mit einem hauch von trauer
über den pechschwarzen himmel
zieht ein gesicht zurück in mein hirn
unser ausbilder mit seinem eisernen willen
allerliebster ausbilder
welches jahr war das, militärisches training
geh scheißen
ich hab die augen zu
vorm sonnenaufgang
schlaf noch eine runde
20. Juli 2015
Übers. v. MW, 21. Juli 2015
吴雨伦
《暮鼓晨钟》
黎明时
那奇怪的号声传来
那用来叫醒军人的号声
带着一丝壮士的悲怆
在漆黑的天际下浮动
将那教官的面容带入我脑海
用他钢铁般意志训练我们的
最可爱的教官
在不知哪年的军训时
去你妈的
我没有睁眼
在日出之前
翻身入眠
2015.7.20
标签：army, brain, curse, face, horn, instructor, memory, morning, poetry, reveille, sky, sleep, Wu Yulun, 吴雨伦
发表在 July 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
三月 21, 2015
Jiang Xuefeng
GOT TO LOSE WEIGHT
how many cows did I eat?
how many hogs
how many sheep
how many fish
how many hens
how many ducks
how much wild game
how much seafood
how many ….
how many decades!
what’s left after eating?
a set of false teeth.
what flies in the sky,
what runs on the earth,
what swims in the water,
piled into a mountain of meat.
yi yu! what a great peak!
now I am going to spit them all ounce by ounce …
Tr. MW, March 2015
标签：earth, 蒋雪峰, lent, meat, sky, water, wild game, 新世纪诗典, 伊沙
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十一月 10, 2014
5 POEMS BY XU LIZHI 许立志诗五首
Xu Lizhi
KONFLIKT
sie sagen alle
ich sei ein junge der nicht viel spricht
das will ich gar nicht verleugnen
ob ich spreche oder nicht
mit dieser gesellschaft
bin ich im konflikt
Übersetzt von MW im Nov. 2014
Xu Lizhi
CONFLICT
English translation please click here
许立志《冲突》一首英语翻译在此
冲突
他们都说
我是个话很少的孩子
对此我并不否认
实际上
我说与不说
都会跟这个社会
发生冲突
Xu Lizhi
EMIGRATION
I’m emigrating to the moon
you all shouldn’t be jealous
on the surface there’s all sorts of glory
actually I’m having headaches
for example how do I get there
which is the most practical vehicle
is it the bicycle the public bus
is it the ferry is it an air-plane
is it a rocket is it Shenzhou 10
I have no idea
and so I stretch my hand to the sky
to grasp a white cloud
just like Sun Wukong on TV
with a few somersaults I’m on the moon
at the time of my successful landing
I’m even receiving a telegram
with President Xi’s congratulations
Tr. MW, Nov. 2014
Xu Lizhi
EMIGRATION
ich emigriere auf den mond
ihr braucht mich nicht beneiden
zwar ist der ruhm grenzenlos
aber in wirklichkeit hab ich kopfweh
vom überlegen wie ich da hinkomm!
was ist das praktischste verkehrsmittel –
ist es das fahrrad oder die straßenbahn
ist es die fähre oder das flugzeug
eine rakete oder die SHENZHOU 10
ich habe ja doch keine wahl
also streck ich die hand in den himmel
pflück mir eine weiße wolke
mach es wie Sun Wukong im TV
ein paar purzelbäume dann bin ich am mond
im augenblick meiner erfolgreichen landung
bekomme ich ein telegramm –
gratulation von Präsident Xi!
2013
Übersetzt von MW im Nov. 2014
许立志
移民
我移民月球了
你们谁也不用羡慕我
这事表面看来风光无限
其实让我头疼的问题也有
比如到底坐什么交通工具
到月球比较方便
是自行车还是公交车
是轮船还是飞机
是火箭还是神十
无奈之下
我索性把手伸向天空
采下白云一朵
学电视里的齐天大圣
几个筋斗翻到了月球
成功着陆的那一刻
竟还收到
习总发来的贺电
Xu Lizhi
VALUED EXISTENCE
meat should be eaten
there is no other value for its existence
so while I’m eating the meat on my body
bit by bit
I realize
the value of my existence
Tr. MW, Nov. 2014
许立志
存在与价值
被吃掉
是肉存在的唯一价值
因此当我一片接一片地
吃掉自己身上的肉时
我实现了
自我存在的价值
Xu Lizhi
ELEVATOR
I’m walking into
a standing casket
as the lid slowly closes
I and this world
are separated
Tr. MW, Nov. 2014
许立志
电梯
我走了进去
一副站起来的棺材
随着棺材盖缓缓合上
我与这个世界
从此隔绝
Xu Lizhi
MEDITATION
after writing this poem
I’m going to go among the willows to sit in peace
I’ll watch the sky over the mountains, the sunset
let cicadas call over the lake
wash the dust off this world, and a traveller’s heart
Into the dusk I plead forgiveness, tolerance,
a little mercy, sympathy ….
Tr. MW, Nov. 2014
许立志
静坐
写完这首诗
我就要到柳树丛中去静坐了
我会望着山上的天空，落日
让蝉鸣和着湖水
清洗尘世上，一个过客的内心
薄暮中我低诉着原谅，包容
宽恕，怜悯……
Xu Lizhi
WERT MEINES DASEINS
gegessen werden
fleisch ist für nichts anderes wert
indem ich mich bissen für bissen verspeise
realisiere ich langsam den wert
meines daseins
Übersetzt von MW im Nov. 2014
Xu Lizhi
FAHRSTUHL
ich gehe hinein
in einen sarg der aufrecht steht
dann geht der deckel ganz langsam zu
ich und die welt
sind nun getrennt
Übersetzt von MW im Nov. 2014
Xu Lizhi
MEDITATION
wenn ich mit diesem gedicht fertig bin
geh ich unter die weiden und setz mich ruhig hin
schau in den himmel, die sonne sinkt hinter den berg
ich lass zikaden zirpen über dem see
wasch mir den staub von der welt,
vom herz eines wanderers,
fleh in den abend hinein um vergebung,
um toleranz, mitgefühl …
Übersetzt von MW im Nov. 2014
Photo by NY Times
标签：cicadas, conflict, death, dusk, dust, elevator, emigration, evening, existence, 许立志, Foxconn, immigration, lake, life, meat, meditation, migrant workers, migration, mountain, poetry, sky, society, speech, suicide, sun, value, values, water, willows, work, world, Xu Lizhi
发表在 November 2014, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized | 2 Comments »
十一月 1, 2014
VERMONT TO VIENNA
the leaves are often just like over there
one week ago I was on the road.
this is a city. sometimes it is fair
sometimes in the morning it’s great to behold
the railway line past central station
rose-colored sky and a few birds
trains and some motorcar lights in the distance
nothing much in between –
overgrown earth, maybe some gravel,
and a few rabbits. if I went down there
maybe I’d see one. they are big hares.
most of it will be a park in the end.
but even now there’s only sky
shot through with traces of planes
slowly unravelling on all saint’s day
today I’m going to see her grave.
MW Nov. 1st, 2014
标签：all saints' day, central station, poetry, rabbits, sky, vermont, Vienna
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十月 27, 2014
das flugzeug fliegt der sonne voraus.
die sonne geht unter.
der mond ist ein strich,
eine feine weisse kurve.
der horizont leuchtet in blau,
hellgelb und weiss.
flug in die rosen-
farbene iris,
farben des feuers.
wenn ich an blumen denk,
denk ich an dich.
der himmel leuchtet
wir sind über rumänien,
irgendwo unten ist sibiu.
gestern abend war ich in kanada.
ich schau ins feuer
ein lagerfeuer war nicht genug
mit anna kubelik.
mit nick dem riesen,
mit seinen messern.
der horizont ist ein leuchtendes rot.
darüber schlieren,
schwarz und dann grün.
der horizont ist ein brennendes rot,
darüber orange,
schwarze schlieren:
grün sind die
grauschwarzen tücher
der wolken.
wir haben schwarze flügel die blinken,
dahinter:
der mond
MW Oktober 2014
标签：black, clouds, colors, fire, flowers, friendship, green, grey, horizon, iris, knifes, light, moon, orange, red, rose, sky, travel, wings, yellow
发表在 October 2014, poetry, Uncategorized | 1 Comment »
五月 16, 2014
Xiao Wan
SPEECHLESS
some call the night a hole in the sky
some call the day a corpse of the light
I wish both were true
just like I am a wound of the times
and truth is my scar
Tr. MW, May 2014
标签：day, death, light, night, poetry, sky, speech, times, Xiao Wan, 小宛, 左右, 新世纪诗典
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一月 23, 2014
IMAGINE
you might as well give up the ghost
of a chance for change in this land
change has been very fast in this land for a while
you won’t recognize a road or a house
or a street is gone that you knew very well
a decade ago or maybe a week.
sometimes the wind clears up the smog
and you can see the sky, or even the hills
and the ranges farther afield with the walls.
there are no wars. this land is peaceful.
the army is the largest by far. there are no tanks.
a tank was burnt and some soldiers were killed.
imagine there’s no heavenly peace
and no rulers above us.
there is only sky and a kite and the doves.
it’s easy if you try.
imagine all the people …
MW January 2014
《想象》
你不妨放弃在这片土地上
寻机改变什么的梦魇
在这片土地上，变化如此之快
你会不辨旧路或老屋
或一条你所熟悉的街道已经消失
十年前，或许是一周前。
偶尔，清风吹散了雾霾
你能够看见蓝天，甚至山峦
以及更加辽远的长城。
并无战争。这片土地宁静和平。
军队是最庞大的怪物。没有坦克。
坦克被烧毁，士兵被杀戮。
想象没有天安……
没有统治者骑在我们头上。
只有天空、风筝和鸽子。
这很容易，你不妨试试。
想像众生……
2014.1
（伊沙 译）
标签：army, beijing, birds, change, city, doves, heaven, heavenly peace, hills, imagine, kites, land, mountains, old city, peace, pigeons, poetry, road, sky, smog, soldiers, street, walls, war, wind, 想象
发表在 January 2014, Welcome! | 1 Comment »
六月 28, 2013
Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung 2013-06-27 page 25
Yi Sha
THANK YOU, FATHER
under mao zedong
we had starry nights
we had vast starry skies
people lifting their heads
one summer night
it was father and i
father told me
about the universe
about a cosmonaut
yuri gagarin
flying in space
my mouth stood open
like a barn door
thank you, father
my heavenly father
in a dark corner
of north korea
measuring 9,600,000
square kilometers
among hundreds of millions
malnourished blockheads
i was the smartest
did not see the future
but i saw space
2003
Tr. MW, 2013
Shenzhou 10 news videos (BBC）
《感謝父親》
伊沙
毛澤東的時代
也有浩瀚的星空
也有星空下
翹首仰望的人民
那個夏夜
是父親和我
他告訴我
太空的存在
和一個叫做
加加林的
天外飛人
叫我嘴巴
張得老大
感謝父親
你就是我的上帝
讓我在九百六十萬
平方公里的北朝鮮
黑暗王國的一角
成為數億
營養不良的傻兒中
最聰明的一個
看不見未來
但看見了太空
2003
Wang Yaping 王亞平 teaching from space
Concentrating on private impressions and conversations in published poems is self-evident for many, maybe for most people who read, write, translate, edit such stuff. But China, and also Taiwan to a certain extent, have put into question art, books, beauty, skills, traditions, language- anything had to serve the Party, and what the Party couldn’t use could not exist. Capitalism does it too, everything that doesn’t pay, that we can’t finance, cannot remain. They get along splendidly, finance and centralized state, Mao and the Mammon. That’s how the modern world was developed.
腳下是隱形的塵土和古蟒的灰燼。/父親拿著鐵棒，問我：“你怕不怕？”/哦，我抬起頭來，獵戶星座在中天閃耀，/空中傳來千秋的微響——/那無聲垂落的，是流星，還是一道道藍色的鞭影？
“Beneath our feet, we couldn’t see through dust and ash, rank growth of old. Father holding his iron staff, asking me: ‘Are you afraid?’ Oh, I raised my head, Orion sparkling right in the middle, space reverberations sounding from eons– falling silently, are those meteors, one blue whiplash after the other?” 流星記事, Meteor Account, or Meteor Accounts, by Zhu Fengming 祝凤鸣 (Oct. 1996). Nick Kaldis just showed me his translation of Meteor Account, from a dozen Chinese poems in the magazine Dirty Goat (#24 February 2011).The quote above is in my own translation, I couldn’t resist. Rank growth of old – 古蟒 or 古莽? Nick Kaldis thinks there might be a misprint. (“古蟒 would refer to a snake known from fossil remains, the Paleopython, while 古莽 refers to rank grass.”). 祝凤鸣，男，1964年生于安徽宿松县… Zhu Fengming (born 1964) is a geologist from Anhui.
《流星記事》
祝鳳鳴
有一次，丘崗夜色正濃，二月還未清醒，
我踏著回家的羊腸小徑，在山坡
白花花的梨樹下，碰見鄰村
淒涼的赤腳醫生，面孔平和。
“剛從李灣回來，那個孩子怕是不行了。”
他說，藥箱在右肩閃著棗紅的微光。
路邊的灌叢越來越黑，細沙嗖嗖——
我們站在風中，談起宅基，柳樹，輪轉的風水。
陰陽和天體在交割，無盡的秘密，使人聲變冷，
“……生死由命。”這時，藍光一閃
話語聲中，一群流星靜靜地布滿天空﹔
還有一次，我和父親走在冬月下
曠野的一切彷彿在錫箔中顫抖。
腳下是隱形的塵土和古蟒的灰燼。
父親拿著鐵棒，問我：“你怕不怕？”
哦，我抬起頭來，獵戶星座在中天閃耀，
空中傳來千秋的微響——
那無聲垂落的，是流星，還是一道道藍色的鞭影？
The existence of space. Of God(s). Yin-yang, fengshui. Existence of wonder. Or the other way, wonder of existence. Outside the Party. Very much among the common people on the other hand, in the countryside, barefoot doctors, and so on, in the rest of Zhu Fengming’s poem.
Yes, 蟒 (mang3) may be a misprint for the homophonous character 莽 (mang3). 古莽之國, the ancient uncultured state. The Book of Liezi.
古莽之國，出《列子周穆王第三》，屬迺古三國。三國者何也？古莽之國、中央之國、阜落之國也。蓋處天地之外、神話之中，事未可徵，史未可考。古莽之地，陰陽不交，寒暑不辨；民不衣不食而多眠，五旬一覺，而以夢為真，真為妄也。
(Wikipedia)Space, spaceflight. A great achievement. “Sister killed her baby ’cause she couldn’t afford to feed it we are sending people to the moon.” Prince, Sign o’ the Times. Really, I think they should have written more about this in the international papers. Yes, it worked, no-one died, Wang Yaping 王亞平 teaching from space, tens of millions watching and listening to her. A great leap, a giant leap, really. Responsibility, great responsibility. How many things could go wrong, in space, for the nation. Planning everything, the very opposite of wu wei. That’s how the famine came. No space for real wondering. Everything organized, all propaganda, all of the nation. They are planning, they have begun to move hundreds of millions more to the cities. Destroying small farms, villages, settlements, temples. Like they destroyed the ancient cities.
They should write about spaceflight, every time. I have to get back to my daughter. Show her the videos from Shenzhou 10.
标签：1960s, china, education, heaven, heavenly father, literature, north korea, nutrition, poetry, shenzhou 10, sky, space, spaceflight, stargazing, stars, taikonauts, universe
发表在 June 2013, Translations, Uncategorized, Welcome! | 1 Comment »
十一月 24, 2009
bitte frag nicht woher ich komm
bitte frag nicht woher ich komm
meine heimat ist weit weg
warum streif ich umher
streif ich umher
streif umher
fuer die voegel hoch am himmel
fuer die baeche tief in den bergen
fuer die wiesen in der weite
streif ich umher
streif umher
und fuer, und fuer
den olivenbaum im traum
olivenbaum
bitte frag nicht woher ich komm
meine heimat
ist weit weg
warum streif ich weit
streif ich weit weg
fuer den, fuer den
den olivenbaum im traum
olivenbaum
bitte frag nicht woher ich komm
meine heimat ist weit weg
warum streif ich umher
streif ich umher
streif umher
MW Tr. Okt. 2009
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrjQmZ8t8nQ&feature=related
标签：birds, dreams, grass, home, mountains, olives, sky, water
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