【原创英文诗首发】兵马俑

莫笑愚

Terra cotta soldiers

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# P3 U$ G, u- e; o+ |5 Y. z# M5 La dead cat bounced once or twice
a dead man walked as a soldier from Qin dynasty
% L# [6 d2 p+ k6 v9 O$ s, A, k& Y7 l) }who dreamed about climbing the Great Wall across the vast
northern wasteland
and only found himself turned into a ghost in the bushes
like a shapeless shadow of wind
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% E( f* V( k+ N+ gsuch vivid affairs one could not tell
in the midnight silence
4 f% [' @) [0 U7 _and I knew nothing about the basement
; j1 [3 h% s: w! i0 ?0 zwhere rats and cockroaches fought among themselves
I was alive, but couldn't walk nor bounce around
as a black swan or a white cat
while you said, come join the soldiers of the cockroaches.
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Why not rats, I asked.
one inch seemed one million miles away
with two worlds apart
' u+ A( q1 V; U# J* pthere was something inside me I couldn't reach
. Q1 ~$ t4 @2 ]/ j1 \2 `7 I"tear me into pieces", you said,
9 F0 z8 w' l3 \  e4 y% z. ]"nothing is authentic or genuine as you will see
in pieces of me"

I was alive, but couldn't walk as a living being
the world surrounding me
was a tiny drop of the rain, dripping down
from a pigeon's wing-tip
+ P9 R5 w4 m' A% B" |time turned into a grain of sand --
-- the sole truth of the universe
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4 t5 C* {+ H% {) W$ dwith sore and pain in my back
I couldn't go too far from my flesh nor bring the true pieces of me
, w) C+ T. {0 D' o2 ato the silent tides
I couldn't touch the shades of solidity
while my door was cracking --
the boundary of myself was disappearing
. n% p+ v& {, i8 N+ gsomething completely foreign was reshaping
I felt the dim light of the rainy day came inside me
and shed on the cracked floor
. ?5 V4 L5 Z: G" Y1 gwhen curtains were still tightly shut

Gapping, sobbing, and yelling in pain
$ n- T# i/ \0 p7 e0 U0 nI felt the dead man moving out of my body
and the grain of sand was free-flying
in the pouring rain
& u3 R4 B) J- I/ L" Nlove or being loved was a state of quantum
-- rats or cockroaches didn't matter --
when a terra cotta soldier was walking
in the mighty wind.

- Z/ o! u! \5 H2 |- y9 H, GSept. 6, 2015 written in BJ


附中文翻译：

% c# F; N# Q0 s0 z% T8 y: L: g8 ?《兵马俑》
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. ^5 z; N- l4 S8 p作者、翻译：莫笑愚


9 ~5 ^* l* K6 q4 z' g  y一只死猫回光返照了一次或两次
0 i3 q0 ^4 _9 K一个死去的人行走，仿佛来自秦朝的兵士
9 X8 G& f* a  P% h% B2 i  N他梦见自己跨越北方广袤的荒原
攀上了长城
' s) K7 ^/ L- J( O% [结果却发现自己变成鬼魂
& t% y; {! X/ |" S* U4 @/ m' M, J' B仿佛草丛中无形的风影
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7 t- X- I. ~* x+ ~. i人们在午夜的寂静中
! D8 ^1 S$ C9 `4 C分不清这些生动的事物
而我对地下室里发生的一切也一无所知
老鼠和蟑螂在那里战斗
我活着，却不能像黑天鹅或白猫那样
5 f  B5 R4 r7 F# i+ E! z行走或弹跳
而你说，来吧，加入蟑螂的战斗群。
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为什么不是老鼠，我说。
+ [. A9 [4 S% a6 K* f4 n一英寸似乎相隔百万英里
两个世界天差地别
* B2 x4 M) B/ O  I! J8 S1 e一些东西在我心中，我无法触及
“将我撕成碎片吧”，你对我说，
“在碎裂的我中，没有什么是纯正的
或真实的”

我活着，无法如众生行走
# Q+ W% X& `9 ~/ O/ C6 A1 q6 m3 q: t我周围的世界
/ W  T0 s4 K0 l5 G% x9 V是一小滴雨水，从鸽子的翅尖
' X5 p4 j4 o1 }& r8 @, l8 q滴落
时间成为一粒沙 ——
' k" ]8 ~& e  i; b8 i—— 这宇宙的唯一真理

$ C8 c7 E% o5 w我腰酸背痛
& g3 d% k6 k7 P+ H( c无法离开自身的肉体走得太远，也不能将真实的我的碎片
" q3 q5 M3 |+ |+ W3 F带进静默的潮汐 ——
0 m9 A" @5 V" _4 j) ]5 F+ U我无法触碰这坚固的阴影
而我的门在开裂
/ c  U6 G" H8 V我自身的边界在消失
一些完全陌生的事物在重塑
9 M! \/ m2 T# w& m& W我感到昏暗的灯光在雨天进入我的内心
洒在破裂的地板上
3 m+ k  h# E: _* M2 i6 s2 l当窗帘依然紧闭

. z! I% |& L+ |  ?% s' Q* h8 g! b) [撕裂着，哭泣着，带着疼痛呼号着
我感到这死去的人正在移出我的体内
而细小的沙粒在瓢泼大雨中
自由飞行——
爱或被爱都是量子状态
—— 老鼠或蟑螂都不重要 ——
当兵马俑的士兵
行走，在迅疾的风中。
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2015-9-6于北京

美好语感

问好！！

莫笑愚

美好语感 发表于 2015-9-7 08:21
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问候亲，秋晨快乐！

大荒

心赏！！！

莫笑愚

大荒 发表于 2015-9-7 22:53
9 s7 w, J) {7 E* S心赏！！！

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大荒

莫笑愚 发表于 2015-9-10 20:39
谢谢大荒提读心赏！

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