Fan Jinghua: Poem for a Birthday

　　Poem for a Birthday
　　　　　　--Fulfilled Evening
The sun has sunk, sounds are drowning voices,
Joys and discontents wait for wings, like flotsam in the breast-high air,
And in different ways, parasols, dressing case, gaudy magazines coil themselves up.
On July streets, green streams of people leave no footprints behind,
And at a T junction, a trunk with green and red eyes blinks yellow.
A woman is hopscotching along the main road, and she wears a pair of fish on her ears,
The warmed smell wafting behind her hair.
A man in an orange overall with a miner’s cap follows
And takes a deep breath,
As if it is the darkening moisture on the moon.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　July 27, 2009


　　　充盈的黄昏
　　　　　　　　　为一个生日而作

夕照已沉下，声音正在淹没声音，
喜悦、郁闷，像半空中的漂浮物，在等待翅膀，
而阳伞、化妆盒、艳丽的杂志，都以独有的方式回到了自己。
七月的大街上，翠绿的人流没有脚印，
立在那丁字路口闪着黄色的，是一棵红绿灯。
一个人沿着直行道跳房子，她耳朵上挂着小鱼，
曛暖的腥味拖曳着，
一个头戴矿工帽身穿桔黄色工服的人，
深深地吸了一口，
似乎那是聚集在月亮表面的潮气。
　　　　　　　　　　2009年7月27日