Fan Jinghua: Clustered Fragments

　　　Clustered Fragments

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On your way to people you see every day,
You take glimpse of some purple flowers today,
And your glimpse lingers as long as your slowed down pace can allow.
Then, one flower faces you, and you smile,
Leaving yourself behind your passing body.
Now, only when someone comes to give you a hug
Can you be brought back.

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What language should be used to say a meaning still hidden somewhere?
When your words are not written out yet, how should I read you?
Now, I can read into you further and further back,
And it takes me away from your today and tomorrow.
One day, I might not be able to recognize you
If you do not extend your hands to retrieve me from your past.

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From below, from the direction of a basketball court between condos,
Comes the air of Songs of Seasons.
A slower than usual voice cries:
I’d rather the woman whose wails crumbled down the Great Wall….
It is a little overly deep-throated.

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10 p.m. I see myself picking up the steps to a small arch bridge,
With plastic bags in hand.
To the left, a local opera is being staged on a platform in a tent on a lawn
Where whoever come by are turned into audiences.
To the right, in the void deck, there is a wake, few people there,
Among the banners, wreaths and convertible tables and chairs.
Then, a drizzle settles in, and the opera ends soon.
Then the chanting settles in, seeming eternal in the quieting night.

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You have to walk into the dark recess to turn on the lights,
For they are operated by occupancy sensors.
It is not the traditional switch, which you have to touch and push;
The old type will never be off by itself, once turned on,
Until the bulb is burnt.

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Dear, if you ever go to Bloomington or Phoenix Town,
Remember to send me some pictures,
With or without you.
I know you may not swim the water,
And there should be lovable trees in every season.

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Thunder and rain are fucking violently.
Do lonely people delight in the sound and sight?
Here. Now. Sky linked with the earth.

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Moon. Madeleine. Moo. They all are warm and decent,
And they all make me feel cold and isolated.
Alone with them, I am so erotic. And you, my dear?
　　　　　　　　　　　　　September, 2008

　　集束碎片

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那条路带着你去见每天必见的人，
今天你在路上瞥见了几颗紫色的小花。
你慢下脚步，尽量延续那一瞥的长度。
然后，一朵花真的面对你了，你投以一个微笑，
而你自己就被留在了身体后面。
现在，只有当有人来给你一个拥抱，
你才能回来。

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该用什么语言来说出仍然隐藏在某处的意思？
你的字儿还没写出来，我该如何阅读？
此刻，我读入你的曾经，越读越深，
越来越远离你的今天和明天，
如果你不伸手将我从你的过去拉回，
有一天，我将与你对面，却形同陌路。

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从下面，公寓之间的篮球场的方向
传来《四季歌》的调子。
一个比常速缓慢的女声哀哀地唱道：
“奴愿做当年的小孟姜……”
那嗓子有点故意压低。

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晚上十点。我看到自己拾级走向一座小小的拱桥，
手里提着几个塑料袋。
左边，一台地方戏正在草坪上搭起的平台上上演，
将路过的人都变成了观众。
右边，楼底层的空地正在守灵，仅有的几个人
被淹没在锦帐、花圈和活动桌椅之间。
然后，细雨入夜，大戏匆匆结束，
而唱经声从围起的深处传来，在越来越静的夜晚
犹如永恒。

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那些灯是靠占用型传感器控制的，
你必须走进黑暗才能被照亮。
不像传统的开关，需要你手触或者推拉；
旧式开关一旦打开，就不会自动关闭，
直到烧毁。

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亲爱的，如果你要去桃花源或者凤凰镇，
一定要给我发来几张风景与人，
有你最好，没有你也罢。
我知道你可能不会下水，
而每个季节那儿都该有很可爱的树。

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雷雨大作，它们狂热地做爱。
孤独的人喜悦于那声音和景象么？
此时。此刻。天与地相连。

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月亮。小蛋糕。哞哞声。它们都温暖而端庄，
它们总是令我觉得冷意生于周身。
独自与它们相处，我会色心鼓胀。你呢，亲爱的人？
　　　　　　　　　　　2008年9月