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四、玉梯：王小妮的诗（2首）…………………Pascale Petit & Wang Xiaoni]译

抒情诗：

1． Moon

2．Four Typhoon Poems

　王小妮，满族，1955年生于吉林长春，1982年毕业于吉林大学，毕业后做电影文学编辑。1985年定居深圳。作品除诗歌外，涉及小说、散文、随笔等。2000年秋参加在东京举行的"世界诗人节"。2001年夏受德国幽堡基金会邀请赴德讲学。2003年获得由中国诗歌界最具有影响力的三家核心期刊《星星诗刊》、《诗选刊》、《诗歌月刊》联合颁发的"中国2002年度诗歌奖"。曾获美国安高诗歌奖。现为海南大学人文传播学院教授。

LYRIC POEMS

Moon

The midnight moon exposes every bone.

I breathe ice-blue air.

All the world’s follies

are falling like fireflies.

 The city is a carcass.

No living thing

can match this pure light.

I open the curtains to watch earth

hold such pouring silver

until I forget I’m human.

Life’s last act

is silently rehearsed under a bleak spotlight.

The moon lands on my floor

to reveal my blanched feet.

[Pascale Petit & Wang Xiaoni]

Four Typhoon Poems

1 Today the Wind Invaded the Sky

The island stood up –

all its body feathers were excited.

The cyclone leaned forward and danced from the other side of the sea.

The windowpanes gnashed their teeth.

I stood and stood –

I could not do anything.

I stood looking at today’s wind,

watched the rampaging bandits carry their few pathetic grey heroes.

2 A Line of Jackets Airing in the Gale

Whose son do these belong to? Whose west wind

is quick-marching that troop of soldiers on the washing-line,

coconut trees blasting all around them, red coconuts crashing every

few seconds?

Nobody knows why the rude wind rushed onto our island

on such an urgent afternoon and drove these innocent soldiers

between two old bauhinia trees,

beating their torsos –

the fronts of their jackets sticking to the backs.

In the gale’s army, every uniform was empty.

3 The Evening the Typhoon Arrived

On the evening of the typhoon, the sky filled up, the human world

was wiped clean.

From west to east, herds of black bulls stampeded overhead.

The gale’s hooves kept knocking against the windows.

Everything on earth rose up to heaven.

Humans were enclosed by the evening,

the evening was enclosed in a blasting drum.

Arrogant gusts

rolled out chariots from the otherworld

and didn’t meet any resistance.

This is how these things happened.

4 The Aftermath

Plants had their long hair sheared,

any nerves that had not yet died writhed over the ground.

Lunatics smashed their asylums –

at last it was their turn to party.

I sat safe in a fish’s belly.

My heart heaved with huge dark yellow clouds.

Heaven unleashed whips of lightning.

Wind and rain crushed the city,

scratched off its newly painted gold scales.

The swollen lotus pond in front of the window suddenly shrivelled.

The puffed-up were ruined in an instant.

[Pascale Petit & Wang Xiaoni]