Thursday, February 14, 2008

Fan Jinghua: Winter Night A Loner…

   Winter Night A Loner…

Sits as a statue. And then he sees trees with fierce inertia.
His eyes climb down their wrinkles like latex,
And then he sees mushrooms between their toes,
Tiny whites like medusa expanding their bodies against huge darks.
He leans forward but they dodge, as if they are popped out of a capsule
Into space, the lighted windows floating away but it is he
Who is moving backward into winter that suddenly charges the lights.
Coldness shrinks everything except his age,
And the only expansion grows on paper. He arranges
The positions of all the trees he’s seen before
And makes them into words with prepositions and relatives;
Then sunlight slants in and warms like broad leaves.
The light takes away his voice but the eyes suck it out
And he keeps it like saliva to himself, fuelling a planet orbiting in remote eternity.
           Feb. 3, 2008

  冬夜,一个孤独的人……

坐成蜡像,然后他看到了树和它们凶狠的怠惰
他的眼像树胶一样沿着树皮的皱纹向下爬
然后看到它们脚趾间的蘑菇
微弱的白在巨大的黑暗中像水母一样全身都在呼吸
他倾身向前,而它们立即躲开,好像被弹进了太空
点点星光的小窗飘走,而后退的却是他自己
冬天就这么突然将空气充满了电
寒冷令一切紧缩,甚至他的年龄也显得干瘪
惟一仍在铺开的,他正在一一排列
他曾经见过的所有树木,在纸上
是字与字,分行、字距和位置错落有致
让进了阳光的斜柱,每一棵都有阔叶似的温暖
他的声音被那光柱吸走了,而他的眼睛再将声音析出
咽下,如点燃的唾液,令一颗行星在遥远的轨道上恒速运行
           2008年2月4日

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