by Baima (1972-) tr. Fan Jinghua
I climb walls, and run like winds, to date a siren
Eyes on top of my head, I turn my back to friends, just for a date with a siren
Her wax beak of a hummingbird mimics the smile of broccoli
The honey breath at the eye of a storm. She intoxicates me, this heart of a teen spirit!
In spite of the discipline of the green-robed housekeeper
In spite of the canine-protruding younger daughter of the town’s magistrate
Fragmented dialogues and steps, hearken
Trysts on the sea hidden from human vision, hearken
If tides gently ebb, time does not bid for one coin
If a fisherman wakes up in the time for sleep, he will startle to see all
Oh, my siren, a wordless song flows from her scarlet mouth
She walks past the embankment, tranquiller than a midnight waterfowl
海妖
白玛 (1972-)
我爬墙，飞跑，约会海妖
我目中无人，把友情抛下，去约会海妖
她的蜡制的蜂鸟的嘴，模仿花椰菜的笑
风暴中心的甜蜜气息。她令我陶醉，这颗少年心！
即使绿袍子的厨娘的管束
即使镇长家长虎牙的次女
（我小喘，停下，对大海说点什么
对大海说点什么？说说沉沦、妄想、我的她？）
细碎的话语和脚步，听呵
无法偷窥的海上私情，听呵
如果潮水温柔地退下，光阴不值一个钱
如果该沉睡的渔人他醒了，他惊觉这一切
我的海妖，用猩红的嘴儿唱无词之歌
她走过拦海大堤，比午夜的水鸟更冷静
My Postscripts to translation 译后赘言：
Do sirens get wings? Do they need to fly out of water? It appears that they are dolphin-like creatures, but still they may float in the moonlight, like angels. But that is where the angels do not tread. If angels do not go there, do it mean that it is a promised land of amorality, a place where evil is beyond the principle of good and evil? Or rather, a space where women are merely human?
A woman will have to rid of clothes to fly, as women have always been clad in ponderous costumes. Dancing is not flying, but a show, for spectators, inevitably male. Singing? Hard to say, sometimes for themselves, sometimes not.
Do sirens get wings? Do they need to fly out of water? It appears that they are dolphin-like creatures, but still they may float in the moonlight, like angels. But that is where the angels do not tread. If angels do not go there, do it mean that it is a promised land of amorality, a place where evil is beyond the principle of good and evil? Or rather, a space where women are merely human?
A woman will have to rid of clothes to fly, as women have always been clad in ponderous costumes. Dancing is not flying, but a show, for spectators, inevitably male. Singing? Hard to say, sometimes for themselves, sometimes not.
About the Poet 诗人简介
Baima, or Baima Cuomu in full, born in Shandong in 1972, began publishing poems as early as at the age of 16. She had been in the army in Beijing, and lived in Jiangsu, Beijing and Lhasa. She now lives in Linyi, Shandong. She authors a poetry book The Messenger on the Way, and co-authors a poetry book We Seven. Baima is a fiercely confident poet.
白玛，全名白玛措木，1972年生于山东，早在16岁时便发表诗歌。她曾在北京服役，居住过江苏、北京、拉萨，现居山东临沂。出版过个人诗集《信使在途中》、合集《我们柒》。白玛是一个非常自信的诗人。
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