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《流落黄昏的人》外二首 文/周建好
作者: ASP 诗苑 人气: 3585 日期: 2022/11/10文/周建好
他把自己的影子
反复地在黄昏里磨
越磨越薄
一口风把影子吹进夜幕
直至一盏灯
把他从黑暗里抱出来
A Wanderer at Dusk
By Zhou Jianhao
He hones his own shadow against the dusk
over and over again
The more he hones
the thinner his shadow becomes
Just by a puff of wind
his shadow is blown into the night
It is not till a lamp emerges that he is carried out of the darkness
Translated by Ni Qinghang
他把自己的影子
反复地在黄昏里磨
越磨越薄
一口风把影子吹进夜幕
直至一盏灯
把他从黑暗里抱出来
A Wanderer at Dusk
By Zhou Jianhao
He hones his own shadow against the dusk
over and over again
The more he hones
the thinner his shadow becomes
Just by a puff of wind
his shadow is blown into the night
It is not till a lamp emerges that he is carried out of the darkness
Translated by Ni Qinghang
《秋 窗》
文/周建好
那些沙沙的响声
不是枯叶发出的
是秋天在喊痛
偌大的秋天
都想挤进房间
被我打开的窗户卡住
不被挤痛才怪
Autumn Window
By Zhou Jianhao
Those soughings
are not issuing from dead leaves
but cries of pain of autumn
Such a big autumn
is trying to squeeze all herself into the room
only to be
stuck by the window I left ajar
It is no wonder that she has been painfully squeezed
Translated by Ni Qinghang
文/周建好
那些沙沙的响声
不是枯叶发出的
是秋天在喊痛
偌大的秋天
都想挤进房间
被我打开的窗户卡住
不被挤痛才怪
Autumn Window
By Zhou Jianhao
Those soughings
are not issuing from dead leaves
but cries of pain of autumn
Such a big autumn
is trying to squeeze all herself into the room
only to be
stuck by the window I left ajar
It is no wonder that she has been painfully squeezed
Translated by Ni Qinghang
《风过无痕》
文/周建好
母亲从凌乱的白发上
捋下一把秋风
摔在院子里
依旧忙着手中的活计
好像没有风吹过
可院子里的一树银杏叶
像是千百只金黄的蝴蝶
围着母亲飞翔
Traceless in the Wake of Wind
By Zhou Jianhao
Having taken a handful of autumn wind from her
unkempt white hair
and smashed it
onto the yard
Mother is still busy with the work in hand
It seems as if there was no wind blowing
But the leaves from a ginkgo in the yard
like thousands of golden butterflies
are fluttering around Mother
Translated by Ni Qinghang
文/周建好
母亲从凌乱的白发上
捋下一把秋风
摔在院子里
依旧忙着手中的活计
好像没有风吹过
可院子里的一树银杏叶
像是千百只金黄的蝴蝶
围着母亲飞翔
Traceless in the Wake of Wind
By Zhou Jianhao
Having taken a handful of autumn wind from her
unkempt white hair
and smashed it
onto the yard
Mother is still busy with the work in hand
It seems as if there was no wind blowing
But the leaves from a ginkgo in the yard
like thousands of golden butterflies
are fluttering around Mother
Translated by Ni Qinghang
诗人简介： 周建好:江西省宜春市人，作品入选《中国诗歌精选300首》,《中国诗歌》第七卷，先后在国内外各级报刊发表诗歌400多首。获诗歌大奖若干 。现为多家文学网站现代诗歌栏目版主。中国诗歌网现代诗歌版编辑。亚洲凤凰诗社副秘书长。
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