芳竹的双语诗歌 CARISSA'S BILINGUAL POEMS
2 o’clock on a plain afternoon
On a lightly groomed afternoon,
one feels like a sigh dangling from a tree top,
the window of thoughts opening and shutting mutely.
In such a lengthy and hardened time,
distant mountains lying in silence,
ocean waves chasing one another,
and flocks of fish flying,
all come into view pensively
amid specks of sun-kissed dust.
On an afternoon plain like this,
time surges forth tranquilly.
Myriad illusions light up one by one,
galloping gaily behind the clouds.
Last year’s strawberries,
people I’d like to greet,
mugwort exhaling smoke —
in the afternoons that come and go,
afternoons as broad as a river,
I am a leaf, falling free.
Aug. 8th, 2013
其实 我开心了很久的世界白天依旧 夜晚安宁
The wind outside the door
With a wave of the hand,
I absorb the moon’s silver into my destiny.
I can glide by a church spire
draped in stars perhaps,
then turn to enter
the unsteady lights and shadows of this mundane world,
where clocks ridiculous are on display,
and people mimic the pious, parading about
until they become scars, meek and confused.
Now is not the time for music,
while dusk marches on night’s path.
With a body and soul of scant desires,
I gaze upon the sun plunging into the deep.
How many fish, I wonder,
are waiting for the last warmth,
each lost in its own thoughts?
Once I heard the frail wail of a butterfly fish
and released her back to the sea.
So luminous the moon that night.
This is May, and ensnared am I
by moments unsettling:
The first raindrops, for one,
alight atop my head with shards of words,
words ever more entangled in earthly affairs.
Love and solitude meanwhile,
drift with falling leaves
hurried or leisurely,
each striking its own parting pose.
In fact, what enamors me grows scarcer by the day.
No passion sets me against my nature,
walking or swimming freely is mere illusion.
In the pond of kindness, a small blue fish
has given up after much thought.
In reality, the world where I’ve been content
remains so during the day and peaceful at night.
Only that sometimes I spy the wind
that hails from the north, gusting towards me.
May 5th, 2017