Two Poems by YU Xiang 宇向诗二首
Half-Poems
by YU Xiang tr. FAN Jinghua
Every so often I write half-poems.
I never intend to finish them.
A finished poem
can neither bring on a death
nor bring in a life—
why do I still write?
A finished poem
might be taken away by people acquainted or unacquainted,
snatched away by people who might love you or whom you are sick of.
Half-poems are owned only by the self.
半首诗
宇向
时不时的，我写半首诗
我从来不打算把它们写完
一首诗
不能带我去死
也不能让我以此为生
我写它干什么
一首诗
会被认识的或不相干的人拿走
被爱你的或你厌倦的人拿走
半首诗是留给自己的
Weather Forecast, August 17th
by YU Xiang tr. FAN Jinghua
Good evening, everyone!
Now the weather forecast for tonight
and tomorrow:
from 23 pm to 3 am that is early morning
two snakes copulating
in darkness will descend on Riverhead Street.
As they usually tail burglarizing assassins
residents are advised to keep their doors and windows shut tight;
meanwhile Fantasia Impromptu will dance with winds
as W-shaped lightnings strike.
Net browsers are warned against the retrorse hourly speed
at longitude 40 degrees east and latitude 117.9 degrees north,
and they should avoid the post-feminist current.
Besides, temperature will continue falling till morning,
maidenhead diorthosis
and male genitalia regenesic tonic
will creep southward along the central seams of the papers
with the cold front from Siberia which will
become stationary and linger over Fountain Square.
Also expected is a short whirl of meteor shower,
so please be informed of the danger of love;
otherwise, happiness will give you a real rough time.
Thus goes the weather forecast of today,
Thank you for being with us. Cheerio.
8月17 日天气预报
宇向
各位观众，大家好！
现在向您播报今夜和
明天的天气状况：
23点至凌晨3点左右
两条在黑暗中
交媾的蛇将降临泺源大街,
它们经常尾随刺客入室
请该街的住户关好门窗，
同时《幻想即兴》会随风起舞，
并伴有W形闪电。
请大家上网时注意东经40，
北纬117.9的逆向时速，
一定避开后现代女权思潮。
另外，明晨气温将继续下降，
处女膜修补术、
男性生殖器二次发育液
将同西伯利亚寒流一起
从报纸中缝向偏南方向移动，
并在泉城广场上空停留，
短时有流星雨，
提醒大家注意防范爱情,
不然幸福会令你吃尽苦头。
今天的天气预报播送完了，
谢谢收看。
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Saturday, June 6, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Yu Xiang: Sunshine
Yu Xiang: Sunshine
阳光
宇向
我已经抚摸了你
我还要到你的耳边
说出爱
我是灼热的
倘若你是坏人
我的爱会更多一些
倘若你爱我
你将是那个在灼热中死去的人
Sunshine
by Yu Xiang tr. Fan Jinghua
I have already touched you
I still want to get to your ears
Saying out love
For I am burning hot
If you are bad
I’ll grow more love
If you love me
You will be the one who dies in burning
My PS:
It must have been considered “not fashionable” to write this kind of poems, for this poem is not even included in the privately printed collection selected by herself. However, there is something quite interesting about the understatement in this poem. In Chinese, “touch” (抚摸stroke and feel) usually does not have the sexual or erotic connotation as “petting” in English, but in this poem as “touch” is used against the speaking out of love, it obviously refers to something physical. Therefore, “burning hot,” which in Chinese often refers to emotional intensity (not necessarily or most often not suggesting desire or lust), is pointing to sex. This poem, in essence, is a woman’s initiative, declaration and desire to consume the man with who she desires to be in love. And this is boldly confident, feminist and self-centered.
阳光
宇向
我已经抚摸了你
我还要到你的耳边
说出爱
我是灼热的
倘若你是坏人
我的爱会更多一些
倘若你爱我
你将是那个在灼热中死去的人
Sunshine
by Yu Xiang tr. Fan Jinghua
I have already touched you
I still want to get to your ears
Saying out love
For I am burning hot
If you are bad
I’ll grow more love
If you love me
You will be the one who dies in burning
My PS:
It must have been considered “not fashionable” to write this kind of poems, for this poem is not even included in the privately printed collection selected by herself. However, there is something quite interesting about the understatement in this poem. In Chinese, “touch” (抚摸stroke and feel) usually does not have the sexual or erotic connotation as “petting” in English, but in this poem as “touch” is used against the speaking out of love, it obviously refers to something physical. Therefore, “burning hot,” which in Chinese often refers to emotional intensity (not necessarily or most often not suggesting desire or lust), is pointing to sex. This poem, in essence, is a woman’s initiative, declaration and desire to consume the man with who she desires to be in love. And this is boldly confident, feminist and self-centered.
译后赘言：
或许是因为这样的诗不太“时髦”。这首诗甚至没有被诗人收入自己选编自印的诗集。不过，这首诗中次层意思还是很有意思的。通常，在汉语中，“抚摸”并没有英文的touch那么多的性色含义，但是在这首诗中，“抚摸”与“说出爱”对应，因此也就是说这种抚摸指向的就是身体的爱。因此，也同样，“灼热”原本在汉语中通常是指情感的强度，而非身体欲望的强烈，在此便也指向了肉体。这首诗，说到底，是一个女人的主动、宣示和欲求，要吞噬自己渴望相爱的男人。这才是勇猛的自信、女权和自我中心的。
或许是因为这样的诗不太“时髦”。这首诗甚至没有被诗人收入自己选编自印的诗集。不过，这首诗中次层意思还是很有意思的。通常，在汉语中，“抚摸”并没有英文的touch那么多的性色含义，但是在这首诗中，“抚摸”与“说出爱”对应，因此也就是说这种抚摸指向的就是身体的爱。因此，也同样，“灼热”原本在汉语中通常是指情感的强度，而非身体欲望的强烈，在此便也指向了肉体。这首诗，说到底，是一个女人的主动、宣示和欲求，要吞噬自己渴望相爱的男人。这才是勇猛的自信、女权和自我中心的。
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Yu Xiang: Therefore You Love Me
Therefore You Love Me
(For You)
by YU Xiang tr. Fan Jinghua
Midnight. You are asleep, but I am in front of the PC monitor and type out these words.
Therefore, you love me.
For the whole year, you saw snowflakes sneak through the window while the fireplace was accumulating coldness.
Therefore, you love me.
You walked through the garden of my childhood, and even when bare-footed you could hear ants crying out. There was not a stir of wind.
Therefore, you love me.
Perhaps you write, and you'd best write poetic fictions and have no faith in governance or religions or the such. You'd rather not name anything, and you refuse to believe in love.
Therefore, you love me.
One day, you thought of your childhood in Horse-Raising Island, and the waves washed the body of your uncle and the wreck of a fishing boat toward the cliff, repeatedly. The sound would haunt your dreams in the form of knocks on your door, but at that time you and your playmates were engaged with a game called “capturing the greasy.”
Therefore, you love me.
Dreams made your body fluid run wide and your mind free, while the clock remained mute, remaining the same as before you fell asleep.
Therefore, you love me.
You watched Trainspotting over and over, and you became addicted to drugs, and chairmanship, as they were equally despotic.
Therefore, you love me.
At night, you sipped tea in sorrow, and watched the powdered tea-leaves with S. You did not turn on the lamp.
Therefore, you love me.
You walked below streetlamps, and you walked in the sunlight; you didn't see your own shadow.
Therefore, you love me.
We used to bump into each other, as we lived very close, but the days when we were unacquainted were longer than a snake.
Therefore, you love me.
Upon turning thirty, you no longer viewed the happenings in the past as stars in the night sky. Instead, they had every reason to traverse any field the way crabs cross Black-Sand Beaches, and old love drew out your broken heart. Mom said you should get married.
Therefore, you love me.
You should get married. Aha! You drew lots to make the decision to fall in love.
Therefore, you love me.
My love rests with you.
Therefore, you love me.
Your walk is feebly slow, because you are old. Therefore you love me.
And I say: on account of all this, come to me.
(For You)
by YU Xiang tr. Fan Jinghua
Midnight. You are asleep, but I am in front of the PC monitor and type out these words.
Therefore, you love me.
For the whole year, you saw snowflakes sneak through the window while the fireplace was accumulating coldness.
Therefore, you love me.
You walked through the garden of my childhood, and even when bare-footed you could hear ants crying out. There was not a stir of wind.
Therefore, you love me.
Perhaps you write, and you'd best write poetic fictions and have no faith in governance or religions or the such. You'd rather not name anything, and you refuse to believe in love.
Therefore, you love me.
One day, you thought of your childhood in Horse-Raising Island, and the waves washed the body of your uncle and the wreck of a fishing boat toward the cliff, repeatedly. The sound would haunt your dreams in the form of knocks on your door, but at that time you and your playmates were engaged with a game called “capturing the greasy.”
Therefore, you love me.
Dreams made your body fluid run wide and your mind free, while the clock remained mute, remaining the same as before you fell asleep.
Therefore, you love me.
You watched Trainspotting over and over, and you became addicted to drugs, and chairmanship, as they were equally despotic.
Therefore, you love me.
At night, you sipped tea in sorrow, and watched the powdered tea-leaves with S. You did not turn on the lamp.
Therefore, you love me.
You walked below streetlamps, and you walked in the sunlight; you didn't see your own shadow.
Therefore, you love me.
We used to bump into each other, as we lived very close, but the days when we were unacquainted were longer than a snake.
Therefore, you love me.
Upon turning thirty, you no longer viewed the happenings in the past as stars in the night sky. Instead, they had every reason to traverse any field the way crabs cross Black-Sand Beaches, and old love drew out your broken heart. Mom said you should get married.
Therefore, you love me.
You should get married. Aha! You drew lots to make the decision to fall in love.
Therefore, you love me.
My love rests with you.
Therefore, you love me.
Your walk is feebly slow, because you are old. Therefore you love me.
And I say: on account of all this, come to me.
from Yang Siping ed. Current Chinese Poetry tr. Denis Mair et al
Shanghai: Shanghai Literary and Arts Press, 2008.
选自 杨四平 主编《中国当代诗歌》梅丹理 等翻译(上海文艺版 2008)
所以你爱我
(for you )
宇向
深夜12点，你已睡去，而我还在电脑前，敲下这些字句。
所以你爱我。
一整年，你看到雪穿过窗缝，炉火也积聚着冷。
所以你爱我。
你步行穿过我少年的花园，即便赤脚，也能听到蚂蚁的尖叫。而周围没有一丝风。
所以你爱我。
也许你写作，最好写诗一样的小说，不相信宗教，不相信政府……不去具体命名任何事物。不相信爱情。
所以你爱我。
一天，你想起儿时在养马岛，海潮将叔父的尸体和一条渔船的残骸一遍一遍冲向海崖，后来，那声响经常在你噩梦中充当一种敲门的方式，而当时，你正在和小伙伴们玩一种叫做“拔油油”的游戏。
所以你爱我。
梦境使体液宽广、思想得以自由，惟有时钟同入睡前一样，沉默不语。
所以你爱我。
你不停地看《猜火车》，迷上了毒品和主席。他们同样霸权。
所以你爱我。
夜晚，你在伤心中饮茶，并和S一起观察了一会儿茶叶末子，当时没有点灯。
所以你爱我。
你在某处街灯下行走，白天在阳光下行走，都没有见到自己的影子。
所以你爱我。
我们曾经面对面，住得很近，不相识的日子却蛇一般漫长。
所以你爱我。
30岁以后，你看到往事已不再是夜空中的星星，它们有理由像螃蟹一样横行于黑沙滩，就掏出被旧恋情伤害的心。妈妈说，该成亲了。
所以你爱我。
该成亲了。呵呵，你以抓阄的方式爱上了我。
所以你爱我。
我的爱取决于你。
所以你爱我。
你走路很慢，因为你老了，所以你爱我。
我说：那么，来吧。
About the poet:
YU Xiang is one of the key figures among the Post-70s poets, currently living in Jinan, Shandong Province. After years of engagement with contemporary art and music, she became devoted to writing around 2000. Her awards include the 11th Rou Gang Poetry Prize (2002), top ten women poets in China (2004) and the First Yu Long Poetry Prize (2006).
宇向，诗人、作家。"70后"重要诗人。现居山东济南。参与中国当代艺术、地下音乐、先锋诗歌等活动多年之后，2000年左右开始写作，2002年获"柔刚诗歌奖"；2004年被评为中国当代"最受读者喜爱的10位女诗人"之一；2006年获首届"宇龙诗歌奖"。
Thursday, August 7, 2008
YU Xiang: A Women's Lot
A WOMEN'S LOT
by YU Xiang tr. FAN Jinghua
Dark and skinny, Ricey and Nar,
Like two rocks covered with whelks,
Knees protruding from their bodies.
We used to play house and hopscotch,
We used to fight and make up.
My childhood in beautiful Horse-Choice Village
With Grandma, and wild roses that reddened the mountain.
Upon turning seven, I went back to the city for school,
And left them behind.
Whenever I was bullied
And called a bumpkin
Beckie, my primary school classmate,
Would come out every time,
Boldly, like a boy,
To protect me. In the third grade
She was struck with pneumonia, and failed to go up to the fourth.
I missed her every day, but I dared not look for her.
I felt inferior. She was my hero.
May, my distant cousin, lived in another city.
One Saturday in 1983,
While cycling to her drawing lessons in the Children's Palace
A truck ran over her right arm.
Later, she tried to draw with her left hand.
One day in 1985 spring, I went to see her.
Her mother said with a dim smile:
May is in the suburb,
In an asylum. She added, the landscape there is cheerful.
In junior high, I lived very close to Yonyon.
We went to school together and both secretly loved our Chinese teacher.
We tore up our Physics and Math textbooks
And let the pieces flake on the forehead of our headmistress.
We were placed into the Slow Class,
And dreamed of becoming writers.
Now I live by teaching Math,
While she lives in Germany, a businesswoman.
Beth, my desk-mate. In the second year of senior high,
I received a love letter from a certain boy
Just as she did.
All the words in hers were the same as in mine.
This happened more than once.
We played pranks and tortured him.
After he suddenly transferred to another school,
Her spirits sagged in a deep slump.
Three years ago, I heard of her story.
She swallowed a bottle of aspirin and forty Valium pills.
During my apprenticeship, I met a woman worker
Whose name I cannot remember now.
About twenty-seven or eight, she always tried to avoid men.
She would clamp an LBD with her fingers
And hold a soldering iron in the other hand,
Gesturing to me the way of the world.
After I left that factory, I missed her a lot
And I asked someone to tell her I was grateful,
But she said she did not know me.
Dawn, my colleague. Short-haired, straightforward,
And easily moved.
Once, in The Death of So-and-So she read and returned,
I saw a stain of tears.
Last summer, she went swimming and was drowned in the pool.
To this date, I do not go into the pool water.
My breath is saturated with chlorinated lime and bleaching powder.
I always run into her boyfriend,
A sad boy, like that tear stain
She left in my book.
I have never again met any from this lot,
And I’m always expecting
To bump into any of them
On a shiny afternoon.
from Current Chinese Poetry 中国当代诗歌 (bilingual edition)
(Shanghai: Shanghai Lit. & Art Press, 2008)
她们
宇向
又黑又瘦。小米和小拿。
像两块爬满海砺的礁石，
膝盖是突出的身体。
我们一起过家家、踢沙包……
打架，然后和好。
童年，在美丽的马卜崖村，
还有姥姥和满山鲜红的野玫瑰。
七岁。我回城上学。
离开她们。
张溪。小学同学。
那时我常受人欺负，
被骂成“乡巴妮儿”。
每次，她挺身而出，
像个男孩子，
保护我。三年级，
她因肺炎休学一年，留了级。
我天天想她，却不敢见她。
我自卑。 她是我心中的英雄。
梅。远房表姐。在另一座城市。
83年，一个星期六
她骑车去少年宫画画，
被一辆卡车碾断右臂……
后来，她试着用左手拿画笔。
85年春，我去找她，
姨淡淡地笑：梅在郊区
一家精神治疗中心，
那里风景怡人。
初中时，我和泳泳住得很近。
一起上学，一起暗恋语文老师。
我们撕碎物理和数学课本，
让纸片雪花般落向女校长的额头。
我们被编到后进班，
梦想长大成为作家。
现在，我靠数学糊口。
她生活在德国。商人。
贝芬。同桌。高中二年级时，
我收到一个男生的情书，
贝芬手里也有一封，
内容一字不差。
这种情况，经常发生。
我们便恶作剧，折磨他。
他中途转学。
她从此萎靡不振。
三年前，我听说，
她吞下一瓶阿司匹林、四十片安定。
实习时，认识一个女工。
名字，已经记不起来。
二十七、八岁，躲避异性。
她总是一手捏着一只发光二极管，
一手握住电烙铁，
比比划划，向我传授人生指南。
我离开那个工厂后，
非常怀念和感激她。
托人找她，可她说，
不认识我。
晓华。同事。短发。简单。
易被打动。
一次，在她还我的《XX之死》里，
我见到一滴泪痕。
今年夏天她去游泳，淹死在池子里。
如今，我仍不忍下水，
氯气、漂白粉化合了我的鼻息。
我常见到她的男友，
一个悲伤的男孩，
仿佛她留下的那滴泪痕。
我再也没有见过她们，
常常期待
在一个明朗的下午
遇到其中的一个。
About the Poet:
宇向，诗人、作家。“70后”重要诗人。现居山东济南。参与中国当代艺术、地下音乐、先锋诗歌等活动多年之后，2000年左右开始写作，2002年获“柔刚诗歌奖”；2004年被评为中国当代“最受读者喜爱的10位女诗人”之一；2006年获首届“宇龙诗歌奖”。
YU Xiang is one of the key figures among the Post-70s poets, currently living in Jinan, Shandong Province. After years of engagement with contemporary art and music, she became devoted to writing around 2000. Her awards include the 11th Rou Gang Poetry Prize (2002), top ten women poets in China (2004) and the First Yu Long Poetry Prize (2006).
by YU Xiang tr. FAN Jinghua
Dark and skinny, Ricey and Nar,
Like two rocks covered with whelks,
Knees protruding from their bodies.
We used to play house and hopscotch,
We used to fight and make up.
My childhood in beautiful Horse-Choice Village
With Grandma, and wild roses that reddened the mountain.
Upon turning seven, I went back to the city for school,
And left them behind.
Whenever I was bullied
And called a bumpkin
Beckie, my primary school classmate,
Would come out every time,
Boldly, like a boy,
To protect me. In the third grade
She was struck with pneumonia, and failed to go up to the fourth.
I missed her every day, but I dared not look for her.
I felt inferior. She was my hero.
May, my distant cousin, lived in another city.
One Saturday in 1983,
While cycling to her drawing lessons in the Children's Palace
A truck ran over her right arm.
Later, she tried to draw with her left hand.
One day in 1985 spring, I went to see her.
Her mother said with a dim smile:
May is in the suburb,
In an asylum. She added, the landscape there is cheerful.
In junior high, I lived very close to Yonyon.
We went to school together and both secretly loved our Chinese teacher.
We tore up our Physics and Math textbooks
And let the pieces flake on the forehead of our headmistress.
We were placed into the Slow Class,
And dreamed of becoming writers.
Now I live by teaching Math,
While she lives in Germany, a businesswoman.
Beth, my desk-mate. In the second year of senior high,
I received a love letter from a certain boy
Just as she did.
All the words in hers were the same as in mine.
This happened more than once.
We played pranks and tortured him.
After he suddenly transferred to another school,
Her spirits sagged in a deep slump.
Three years ago, I heard of her story.
She swallowed a bottle of aspirin and forty Valium pills.
During my apprenticeship, I met a woman worker
Whose name I cannot remember now.
About twenty-seven or eight, she always tried to avoid men.
She would clamp an LBD with her fingers
And hold a soldering iron in the other hand,
Gesturing to me the way of the world.
After I left that factory, I missed her a lot
And I asked someone to tell her I was grateful,
But she said she did not know me.
Dawn, my colleague. Short-haired, straightforward,
And easily moved.
Once, in The Death of So-and-So she read and returned,
I saw a stain of tears.
Last summer, she went swimming and was drowned in the pool.
To this date, I do not go into the pool water.
My breath is saturated with chlorinated lime and bleaching powder.
I always run into her boyfriend,
A sad boy, like that tear stain
She left in my book.
I have never again met any from this lot,
And I’m always expecting
To bump into any of them
On a shiny afternoon.
from Current Chinese Poetry 中国当代诗歌 (bilingual edition)
(Shanghai: Shanghai Lit. & Art Press, 2008)
她们
宇向
又黑又瘦。小米和小拿。
像两块爬满海砺的礁石，
膝盖是突出的身体。
我们一起过家家、踢沙包……
打架，然后和好。
童年，在美丽的马卜崖村，
还有姥姥和满山鲜红的野玫瑰。
七岁。我回城上学。
离开她们。
张溪。小学同学。
那时我常受人欺负，
被骂成“乡巴妮儿”。
每次，她挺身而出，
像个男孩子，
保护我。三年级，
她因肺炎休学一年，留了级。
我天天想她，却不敢见她。
我自卑。 她是我心中的英雄。
梅。远房表姐。在另一座城市。
83年，一个星期六
她骑车去少年宫画画，
被一辆卡车碾断右臂……
后来，她试着用左手拿画笔。
85年春，我去找她，
姨淡淡地笑：梅在郊区
一家精神治疗中心，
那里风景怡人。
初中时，我和泳泳住得很近。
一起上学，一起暗恋语文老师。
我们撕碎物理和数学课本，
让纸片雪花般落向女校长的额头。
我们被编到后进班，
梦想长大成为作家。
现在，我靠数学糊口。
她生活在德国。商人。
贝芬。同桌。高中二年级时，
我收到一个男生的情书，
贝芬手里也有一封，
内容一字不差。
这种情况，经常发生。
我们便恶作剧，折磨他。
他中途转学。
她从此萎靡不振。
三年前，我听说，
她吞下一瓶阿司匹林、四十片安定。
实习时，认识一个女工。
名字，已经记不起来。
二十七、八岁，躲避异性。
她总是一手捏着一只发光二极管，
一手握住电烙铁，
比比划划，向我传授人生指南。
我离开那个工厂后，
非常怀念和感激她。
托人找她，可她说，
不认识我。
晓华。同事。短发。简单。
易被打动。
一次，在她还我的《XX之死》里，
我见到一滴泪痕。
今年夏天她去游泳，淹死在池子里。
如今，我仍不忍下水，
氯气、漂白粉化合了我的鼻息。
我常见到她的男友，
一个悲伤的男孩，
仿佛她留下的那滴泪痕。
我再也没有见过她们，
常常期待
在一个明朗的下午
遇到其中的一个。
About the Poet:
宇向，诗人、作家。“70后”重要诗人。现居山东济南。参与中国当代艺术、地下音乐、先锋诗歌等活动多年之后，2000年左右开始写作，2002年获“柔刚诗歌奖”；2004年被评为中国当代“最受读者喜爱的10位女诗人”之一；2006年获首届“宇龙诗歌奖”。
YU Xiang is one of the key figures among the Post-70s poets, currently living in Jinan, Shandong Province. After years of engagement with contemporary art and music, she became devoted to writing around 2000. Her awards include the 11th Rou Gang Poetry Prize (2002), top ten women poets in China (2004) and the First Yu Long Poetry Prize (2006).
Thursday, October 11, 2007
YU Xiang: Two Poems
Two Poems
by Yu Xiang tr. by Fan Jinghua
理所当然
当我年事已高，有些人
依然会 千里迢迢
赶来爱我 ； 而另一些人
会再次抛弃我
It Goes Without Saying
When I am getting senile, some will still
Come from afar, covering thousands of miles
To love me, while others
Will desert me, once again.
低调
一片叶子落下来
一夜之间只有一片叶子落下来
一年四季每夜都有一片叶子落下来
叶子落下来
落下来。听不见声音
就好像一个人独自呆了很久，然后死去
Low-Key
One leaf falls down
For the entire night long only one leaf has fallen
There is a leaf fallen every night every season every year
Leaves are falling down
Falling without sound
As one who lives alone holds out a long while
And then dies alone
宇向，诗人、作家。“70后”重要诗人。现居山东济南。参与中国当代艺术、地下音乐、先锋诗歌等活动多年之后，2000年左右开始写作，2002年获“柔刚诗歌奖”；2004年被评为中国当代“最受读者喜爱的10位女诗人”之一；2006年获首届“宇龙诗歌奖”。
YU Xiang is one of the key figures among the Post-70s poets, currently living in Jinan, Shandong Province. After years of engagement with contemporary art and music, she became devoted to writing around 2000. Her awards include the 11th Rou Gang Poetry Prize (2002), top ten women poets in China (2004) and the First Yu Long Poetry Prize (2006).
by Yu Xiang tr. by Fan Jinghua
理所当然
当我年事已高，有些人
依然会 千里迢迢
赶来爱我 ； 而另一些人
会再次抛弃我
It Goes Without Saying
When I am getting senile, some will still
Come from afar, covering thousands of miles
To love me, while others
Will desert me, once again.
低调
一片叶子落下来
一夜之间只有一片叶子落下来
一年四季每夜都有一片叶子落下来
叶子落下来
落下来。听不见声音
就好像一个人独自呆了很久，然后死去
Low-Key
One leaf falls down
For the entire night long only one leaf has fallen
There is a leaf fallen every night every season every year
Leaves are falling down
Falling without sound
As one who lives alone holds out a long while
And then dies alone
宇向，诗人、作家。“70后”重要诗人。现居山东济南。参与中国当代艺术、地下音乐、先锋诗歌等活动多年之后，2000年左右开始写作，2002年获“柔刚诗歌奖”；2004年被评为中国当代“最受读者喜爱的10位女诗人”之一；2006年获首届“宇龙诗歌奖”。
YU Xiang is one of the key figures among the Post-70s poets, currently living in Jinan, Shandong Province. After years of engagement with contemporary art and music, she became devoted to writing around 2000. Her awards include the 11th Rou Gang Poetry Prize (2002), top ten women poets in China (2004) and the First Yu Long Poetry Prize (2006).
Friday, October 5, 2007
YU Xiang: A Gust
About the Poet:
YU Xiang is one of the key figures among the Post-70s poets, currently living in Jinan, Shandong Province. After years of engagement with contemporary art and music, she became devoted to writing around 2000. Her awards include the 11th Rou Gang Poetry Prize (2002), top ten women poets in China (2004) and the First Yu Long Poetry Prize (2006).
宇向，诗人、作家。“70后”重要诗人。现居山东济南。参与中国当代艺术、地下音乐、先锋诗歌等活动多年之后，2000年左右开始写作，2002年获“柔刚诗歌奖”；2004年被评为中国当代“最受读者喜爱的10位女诗人”之一；2006年获首届“宇龙诗歌奖”。
一阵风
宇向
你拍打我的房门
像一个要与我偷情的男人
亲爱的，现在你可以光明正大地成为我的男人
你可以光明正大地成为任何一种东西
你可以是一把钥匙
进入我的锁孔，打开我的房门
你可以打碎我的酒瓶，抽我的烟
像一条贪婪的狗趴在地板上
舔酒喝。亲爱的，你就是一条贪婪的狗
你翻开这一本书
又翻开那一本书
到我的打字机前窥探我并不光明的写作
你急于进入我的身体，亲爱的，
你可以进入我的身体，从我的缝隙进入
我的毛孔，蜂窝一样张开
你可以进入一个男人无法进入的地方
你使我感到我的身体原来这样空
这样需要填充。你可以充满我
你连接导线，让电流进来
此时我的叫声一定不是惨叫
这首诗原有一稿，比现在的版本多了一行：
我的叫声是那些正在做爱的男女一生的嫉妒
A Gust
By YU Xiang
You tap my door
Like a womanizer dallying with me
But Darling, now you can claim to be my man without any guile
You may guilelessly become anything at your wish
You can turn into a key
To enter my lock hole, clicking open my door
You may break my winebottle, smoking my panatela
Like a greedy dog prone on the floor
Licking my wine. Darling, you are a greedy dog.
You open one of my books
You open another book of mine
You sneak close to my typewriter and peep at my beguiling writing
You cannot wait to enter my body, Darling
You may enter it now, creeping in through my crevasse
And my pores open wide like honeycomb
You may come to the spaces where a man cannot
You make me feel how empty my body has been
How it needs filling. You can fill it up
And you are connected to a live wire, letting in the current
The scream I let out is definitely not out of pain
Another earlier version, there is one more line:
My scream will be the life-long jealousy of those in love-making
YU Xiang is one of the key figures among the Post-70s poets, currently living in Jinan, Shandong Province. After years of engagement with contemporary art and music, she became devoted to writing around 2000. Her awards include the 11th Rou Gang Poetry Prize (2002), top ten women poets in China (2004) and the First Yu Long Poetry Prize (2006).
宇向，诗人、作家。“70后”重要诗人。现居山东济南。参与中国当代艺术、地下音乐、先锋诗歌等活动多年之后，2000年左右开始写作，2002年获“柔刚诗歌奖”；2004年被评为中国当代“最受读者喜爱的10位女诗人”之一；2006年获首届“宇龙诗歌奖”。
一阵风
宇向
你拍打我的房门
像一个要与我偷情的男人
亲爱的，现在你可以光明正大地成为我的男人
你可以光明正大地成为任何一种东西
你可以是一把钥匙
进入我的锁孔，打开我的房门
你可以打碎我的酒瓶，抽我的烟
像一条贪婪的狗趴在地板上
舔酒喝。亲爱的，你就是一条贪婪的狗
你翻开这一本书
又翻开那一本书
到我的打字机前窥探我并不光明的写作
你急于进入我的身体，亲爱的，
你可以进入我的身体，从我的缝隙进入
我的毛孔，蜂窝一样张开
你可以进入一个男人无法进入的地方
你使我感到我的身体原来这样空
这样需要填充。你可以充满我
你连接导线，让电流进来
此时我的叫声一定不是惨叫
这首诗原有一稿，比现在的版本多了一行：
我的叫声是那些正在做爱的男女一生的嫉妒
A Gust
By YU Xiang
You tap my door
Like a womanizer dallying with me
But Darling, now you can claim to be my man without any guile
You may guilelessly become anything at your wish
You can turn into a key
To enter my lock hole, clicking open my door
You may break my winebottle, smoking my panatela
Like a greedy dog prone on the floor
Licking my wine. Darling, you are a greedy dog.
You open one of my books
You open another book of mine
You sneak close to my typewriter and peep at my beguiling writing
You cannot wait to enter my body, Darling
You may enter it now, creeping in through my crevasse
And my pores open wide like honeycomb
You may come to the spaces where a man cannot
You make me feel how empty my body has been
How it needs filling. You can fill it up
And you are connected to a live wire, letting in the current
The scream I let out is definitely not out of pain
Another earlier version, there is one more line:
My scream will be the life-long jealousy of those in love-making
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