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Winter '22 Issue Bilingual Readings
Society & Culture
Relationships

Winter '22 Issue Bilingual Readings

作者: PLS诗验室
最近更新: 2023/1/27
One poem, two worlds.

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8. 林中仙女答牧羊人 - 莹

8. 林中仙女答牧羊人 - 莹

林中仙女答牧羊人翻译：谢雪茹若世界与爱情皆能永葆青春牧羊人口中所述句句如实这些乐事或可使我动心诱我走入你的生活，成为你的爱人可当河流泛滥，岩石嶙峋暮光将羊群从田野逐向羊栏夜莺也停止了嘤啼大地幽怨着未来百花凋残，那芳草萋萋的原野也被残暴的冬天蹂躏得一片荒芜口中的甜言蜜语，胸中的恶毒阴险恰如那春的美奂，秋的悲凉你的华服，秀履，以及你那玫瑰花床你的美冠，绿裳，以及你那精致花束倏忽即破，倏忽即枯，倏忽即被遗忘即便是在痴念中丰硕，也将在理智中腐烂。你许的麦草与常春藤织成的腰带，你许的珊瑚的襻扣，琥珀的饰纽，恐难使我动心诱我走向你，成为你的爱人但若青春不朽，爱能长久若欢愉无穷，时光无尽这些乐事或可让我动心诱我走入你的生活，成为你的爱人。

2023/1/27
01:54
8. The nymph's reply to the sheperd - 杰

8. The nymph's reply to the sheperd - 杰

The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherdby Sir Walter RaleighIf all the world and love were young,    And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,  These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love.    Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come.  The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields,  A honey tongue, a heart of gall,  Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.  Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies  Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds, The Coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love. But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date, nor age no need, Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee, and be thy love.

2023/1/27
01:15
6. There's nothing to write about in a romantic relationship

6. There's nothing to write about in a romantic relationship

there is nothing to write about in a romantic relationshiptranslated by PLSneed to write about curiosity devotion and sense of shameor the dusk of a summerthe never-ending roadthe lullaby in my left ear and your right earwaning in the still moonlighthypnotised by the chants of cicadaswrite about the intangible hairhands that won’t part evenwhen soaked with nervous sweatwrite about right nowstanding in front of the apartment building, giant-likeyet still wishing to squeeze into your roomthrough the thirteenth floor windowbreaking the clock on the wall, handle of the fridge, E string of the guitarempty bookshelf, catmy skin, blood and flesh exchanging in grainsshriekingall of a sudden the water’s boiled, and stopped again.about my shadow imprinted on the window having already told your shadow about every little secret in a romantic relationshipyet we are still contemplating on our own onthe last coffee on the tablethe last train, razorand the night lit by vehicles“I am already back to normal,” you said“hold on.” I still need towear shoes in order to fly away

2023/1/27
01:36
6. 爱情里没有什么可写的 - 铲子

6. 爱情里没有什么可写的 - 铲子

爱情里没有什么可写作者：铲子要去写好奇 奉献 和羞耻心还是写夏天的傍晚怎么也走不完的路我左耳与你右耳中的夜曲消失于被蝉鸣催眠得纹丝不动的月光写怎么也摸不到的发丝紧张的汗水也分不开的手写此时站在公寓楼前，巨人模样却仍想像曾经一样从十三楼的窗户挤入你的房间挤坏了墙上的时针，冰箱的把手，吉他的E弦空空如也的书架，猫我的皮肤、血肉一粒粒交换着叫嚷着突然水开了，又停了。写映在窗上的我的影子已经对你的影子说出了爱情中的一切秘密而我们却还在各自思考桌上的最后一杯咖啡末班火车，刮胡刀和被车灯点燃的黑夜“我已经正常了”，你说“等一等。” 我却还是要穿上鞋才能飞走

2023/1/27
01:35
4. Fishing for baby octopuses in the Pescadores Islands - 杰

4. Fishing for baby octopuses in the Pescadores Islands - 杰

fishing for baby octopuses in the pescadores islandstranslated by PLSI untie your watch strap, so brighta chrysalis, like you talking to meas the car races through the tunnel beneath the mountaincooling down section by section, on the road shrouded in the smell of pines, the smoking room of emotionsthe shadow of a smoking demonto invent this scenario of a hidden plot that allows one to hidereminds one of the swaying cloudsthe landlocked sea that keeps migrating during rainy seasonssweet goose feathers and the typewriter at the bayperhaps saluting in the darkthat’s our mutual kittenso we still cannot label the positionall of the sands recededin this jokehave faith in the motherland, and have faith in lovebelieve me that I can take good care of you in the futureand in the fishing news tomorrow on TVwhy once againcompare the history with being compliantthis happens when a dangerous thing such as following orders is repeated too many timesyou’ve got your proper virtuesI have a net, my unrestrained mountain forestsetcetera etcetera

2023/1/27
01:29
3. 鸽子情结 - 莹

3. 鸽子情结 - 莹

鸽子情结翻译：诗验室一只鸽子死在了我的窗外，周六早上或周五晚上，抑或是一个星期四。我已经记不清了。它靠在一棵树上直到有人发现并将其铲走。它的死亡过于平静。那种安详至今仍令我不安。妈妈曾经说过我有着一种成瘾人格，当然不是生理上的问题，但我确实很容易迷恋某些东西。在发现自己除了鸽子外什么也不写时我就开始不否认了，脑海里回荡着盯着鸽子看时身体发出的颤抖，我意识到一只死鸟可以比呼吸的活人更有生命力。曾经有一次我坚信有个女人的前世就是一只鸽子。她蹲在路旁用裸露的双手从一堆纸盘里捡米吃。我感觉到无法满足的饥饿与在审视下消失成缩影的时间。有些事情仿佛就是永恒，比如洗衣服，比如想在一个周六晚上在曼哈顿找个地方坐下来，比如哀悼或爱，比如忘却，比如惦记。她的手给我的感觉就像不朽，我觉得这个世界缺少她手中所握住的那种清纯。人们喜欢在派对上分享见不得人的秘密。他们诉说着童年的阴影、暴力的伴侣以及他们曾与陌生人做爱的奇葩场所。所以当我提到我曾经梦到自己心甘情愿被一只饥饿的鸽子吃掉并在温暖地死去的身体内手淫时，整个房间一片死寂，但在那个无语的瞬间我却感受到了前所未有的活力。

2023/1/27
02:13
3. Pigeon Obsession - 杰

3. Pigeon Obsession - 杰

Pigeon Obsession by Cynthia ChenA pigeon died outside of my window on a Saturday morning, or a Friday night, or a Thursday. I am not sure. It leaned against a tree until someone noticed it and shoveled it away. There was too much tranquility in its moment of death. The stillness still disturbs me. Mom once said I had an addictive personality, not in a medical way, but that I’m easily obsessed with things. I started to cease the denial when I found myself writing about pigeons on every page, lingering on the trembles that arose from staring at them while realizing how a dead bird can be more alive than a breathing man. There was once this woman whom I firmly believed to be a pigeon in her previous life. She was kneeling by the curb eating rice with her bare hands from a stacked paper plate. I felt the hunger demanding and time diminishing into a miniature under inspection.There are things that resemble eternity, like doing laundry, like waiting to be seated on a Saturday night in manhattan, like mourning or loving, like forgetting, or remembering. Her hands felt like eternity to me, and I thought the world was lacking the exact kind of rawness she held.People love sharing their darkest secrets at parties. They spilled childhood traumas, abusive partners, and weird places that they have had sex at with strangers. So when I shared that I once dreamed of voluntarily being eaten by a starving pigeon and masturbated inside the warm, dying body, the room went dead silent, but I’ve never felt more alive than in that moment of speechlessness.

2023/1/27
01:56
2. Sacred Dances - 杰

2. Sacred Dances - 杰

sacred dancestranslated by PLSGurdjieff* on his Fourth Waywalking for a hundred years(irrelevant to the first, second and thirdall human beings, have their own methods)sacred dances, weddingreality and virtuality, three reduces to two and two to onehead, hands and feet, are different pathsbut the same passengers（inseparable, walking togetherreturning home together）sacred dances, like you canwrite poems with the right hand, essays with the otherthe modern talentswriting novels with the right foot, and criticisms with the otherlight ink in their mouths, dramatising everyonethe dances that unite the body and mind, each oneknows how to enlightenany gesture, with hand or leg, drilling the woodwill certainly lead to a fire, which will burnthe ashen souls of dry trunks *Gurdjieff (1866~1949), American philosopher and mystic.

2023/1/27
01:21