Finality (I)

                     Finality

                                   Fan Jinghua

This is the end of October. The reaper, shouldering

A cloak of death ray, scouts the harvested field

For left-over gold. Where between the stubble

Can small warm bones hide?

Even insects feel the heaviness of wings.

The only consummate good is the clear sky,

Wide like an immaculate jar.

Leaves are not yet assigned themselves to falling yet,

Travellers not earnest with their plan to return yet.

Love is still ogling in dreams,

Unsullied, undomesticated like a demon,

Preying on dew-soaked birdsongs.

But something must be eating the body of this world,

For muffled weeps crawl about every foot.

                     Sept 17, 2018

          定数

                      得一忘二

这是十月之末。收割者身披

死亡光线的大氅，侦察收割后的田野里

遗漏的黄金。昆虫也已感到了翅膀

的沉重，温暖的小骨头

能藏在秸秆间的何处？

清朗的天空是唯一完满的善，

宽阔如毫无瑕疵的玻璃罩。

树叶还没有向飘零认命，

旅人也还没有认真考虑回家的计划，

爱情还在梦中抛媚眼，

没有污、像恶魔一般没被驯服，

捕食露水浸湿的鸟鸣。

但肯定有什么已在啃噬这世界的身体，

因为每一只脚周围都爬着闷声的抽泣。

　　　　2018年9月18日