莫笑愚 譯
THREE POEMS BY BLUE BIRD
Tr. by Mo Xiaoyu
你约我见个面
你发来一封贴着邮票的信
约我见个面。你埋怨我说
我在微信朋友圈消失快一年了
看在这封信在不足25英哩的路上走了4天的份上
我答应你见见，却一直宅在屋子里
没有兑现我的承诺
那是仲夏的邀约
我却拖到了晚秋到来之际才应允
怠慢你了
其实，我是在等
等路旁、田边、丘陵和灌木丛中开满白色、浅红色、深桃红色和黄色的野蔷薇
我从仲夏等到晚秋，是因为
我要复习她的耐阴、耐寒、耐瘠薄的习性
那是我一生的追求
我居所的附近有一个公园
那里有一条小溪
我不必开腔，流水声会告诉你我在想什么
你来吧，记住
采集一束野蔷薇。我们不说话
让野蔷薇听溪流轻吟低唱
11-02-2019生日前夕于Hacienda Height
Make an appointment with me
By Blue Bird
You sent me a letter with a stamp on it
to make an appointment to meet me. You blamed me by saying
it’s been almost a year since I disappeared from friends’ sights.
For the sake of this letter, it took 4 days to travel less than 25 miles,
I promised you to meet, but I stayed in the house the whole time,
and did not keep my promise.
That was a midsummer invitation,
I waited until late autumn before I agreed,
I am sorry I neglected you.
Frankly, I was waiting,
waiting for wild white, pale red, pink and yellow roses
blossom along roadsides, beside fields, in hills and among bushes.
I waited from midsummer to late autumn because
I wanted to revisit her resistance to shade, cold, and barrenness,
— the virtues of my lifelong pursuit.
There is a park near my house,
a creek flow by,
I don’t have to speak, the sound of the stream will tell you what I think.
Come by, and remember
bring a bunch of wild roses. We don’t talk,
let the roses listen to the crooning of the creek.
November 2, 2019, birthday eve at Hacienda Height
– Tr. Mo Xiaoyu –
醒来睡去都是梦
你将你的影子
印在云端
我
写给小酌怡情者的短诗
像仲夏夜的风铃
邀来至美至魅的你
你不烟不酒，却误撞在
诗这块湿地
星如你，月也如你。你那
如月的
不食人间烟火的
出尘脱俗的
眼神
洞穿了我无梦的脑颅。从此
我合上眼的时候
你便像一条七彩的小鱼
从第聂伯河游入我的梦乡
搅动我经年平静的心海
也给了我久违的白云飘飘的心绪
因为你
我每晚默念着徐志摩的诗入睡
像他宠着他的爱一样
宠爱着上苍给我的赐予
然而
我又有徐志摩一样的担心：
鱼的记忆只有7秒，7秒之後
它就不记得过去的事情
一切又都变成新的
赫拉克利特说
人不能两次踏进同一条河流
克拉底鲁却说
人
一次也不能
踏进
同一条河流
面对相对与绝对的天平
考验着智商与情商的两难选择
2022年8月10日 于北美
Waking and sleeping are all dreams
By Blue Bird
You cast your shadow
on the clouds
A short poem,
I wrote for those who enjoyed a little drink,
chanting like wind chimes at a midsummer night,
inviting the most beautiful and charming you.
You didn’t smoke or drink, but you inadvertently bumped into
the wetland of poetry.
The stars are like you, so is the moon. Your
moonlike
untamed
otherworldly
eyes
pierced my dreamless brain. From then on,
when I closed my eyes,
you were like a colorful fish,
swimming from the Dnieper River into my dreamland,
stirring up my calm mind for many years, and
giving me the long-lost spirit of a fluttering white cloud.
Because of you,
I fell asleep quietly reciting Xu Zhimo’s poems every night,
doting on what God has given me,
just like he pampered his love.
However,
I also had the same worries as Xu Zhimo–
the memory of a fish lasts only 7 seconds. After the 7 seconds,
it doesn’t remember the past,
and everything becomes new again.
Heraclitus said,
One cannot step into the same river twice.
Cratylus said,
Men can
not even once
step into
the same river.
How could I choose, once or twice-
a dream of continuity or a dream refreshed every 7 seconds?
August 10, 2022 in North America
– Tr. Mo Xiaoyu –
风铃何必收起
芦苇花般的雪绒在蓝天飘浮
风铃声在天空如乐远播
迷眼的风沙告诉我
落叶归根的季节请把风铃收起
收起
窗子里晃动的记忆
收起
诗人传染给我的哒哒的马蹄声
收起
挂在风铃脸上的冷面亮相
收起
被风摇晃着的那些不情愿的微笑
风雪中的风铃声
远播着我们走过的峥嵘岁月，也鸣奏着
岁月为我们刻录的不堪
经久的旧年
四月的小雨撑着油纸伞
告别了三月的凄冷，却
不曾救起失色的玉兰与海棠
五月的胡杨在戈壁拔地而立
六月的阳光，依然
抬不起头
曾经有
七月的湖水碧波荡漾
曾经有
八月的广场人山人海
曾经有
九月里仁人志士打开了城门
曾经有
十月的菊香和稻谷一齐进仓
而今
从十一月到来年的二月
有过气的11月7号
有清教徒们和马萨索德带来的90名印第安人欢聚一堂，
庆祝美国历史上的第一个感恩节
还有早期的基督徒，巧妙地将异教文化中庆祝异教神的节日，
转化为纪念耶稣基督降生的日子——圣诞，以及
世界通行的新年
更有东方元素的
春节、元宵
往复循环
东风不再，风铃依旧欢唱
冻雪不化，芦花依然竞放
风铃，何必收起
落叶，何须归根
2022年5月4日 于北美
2022年12月31日 修定
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Why put away the wind chimes?
Reed-like snow-white feather floats in the blue sky,
the sound of the wind chimes is like music diffused far and wide,
the blinding wind and sand tell me
put away the wind chimes during the season when fallen leaves return to their roots.
Put away
the memories swaying in the window,
put away
the clatter of horse hooves passed to me by the poet,
put away
the cold appearance hanging on the face of the wind chimes,
put away
the reluctant smiles swayed by the wind.
The sound of wind chimes in snowstorms
spreading far and wide the turbulent years we have gone through, and echoing
the unbearable imprints the years have carved for us.
In the long-gone old years,
light rain in April held an oil paper umbrella,
bidding farewell to the coldness of March, but
never rescued the discolored magnolia and begonia.
Populus Euphratica stood tall in Gobi in May,
but the sunshine in June still could
not lift its head.
There used to be
blue water of the lake ripples in July,
there used to be
people crowd in the square in August,
there used to be
in September, people with lofty ideals opening the city gates,
there used to be
in October, the fragrance of chrysanthemums and the harvested grains put together in the warehouse.
Now,
from November to next February,
there is obsolete November 7th,
the Puritans and the 90 Native Americans brought by Massassoit gathering together,
celebrating the first Thanksgiving in American history,
the early Christians who wisely transformed the festivals celebrating pagan gods in pagan cultures,
into the day commemorating the birth of Jesus Christ – Christmas and
the New Year’s Day that is celebrated around the world.
There are more oriental elements too-
Spring Festival, Lantern Festival…
they repeatedly come and go year after year.
The east wind no longer blows, but the wind chimes still sing happily,
the frozen snow does not melt, but the reeds’ flowers still bloom.
Wind chimes, why put them away?
Fallen leaves, why return to their roots?
First drafted on May 4, 2022 in North America
Revised on December 31, 2022
– Tr. Mo Xiaoyu –
作者简介：
蓝鸟，原名许龙驹。1993年移居美国。美国洛杉矶华文作家协会会员、理事，美国《洛城诗刊》编委。诗作选入《诗坛—2020华语好诗榜》《汉诗三百首》《中国诗人生日大典》等书籍。出版诗集（合著）多部。2022年，经“国际新移民华文作家笔会”郑重推荐，由中国专家作家团队及中国国家出版社审核与遴选，诗作《影子》《候鸟，春天在等你回家》收入《2020—2022海外华文文学精品集——诗歌散文卷》。
About the poet:
Xu Longju, pen named Blue Bird, is a poet, a member and director of the Los Angeles Chinese Writers Association, and an editorial board member of the Los Angeles Poetry Journal. His poems have been included in poetry anthologies such as “Poetry – the Best Chinese Poetry of 2020”, “Three Hundred Chinese Poems”, and “Birthday Poems of Chinese Poets”. He has also published or co-authored several poetry collections. In 2022, after being solemnly recommended by the “International New Immigrant Chinese Writers Pen” and reviewed and selected by a team of Chinese experts, writers and the China National Publishing House, his poems “Shadow” and “Migrant Bird, Spring is Waiting for You to Come Home” were included in the “2020-2022 Collection of Literary Masterpiece of Overseas Chinese Writers – Poetry and Prose Volume”. Blue Bird immigrated to the United States in 1993, and currently resides in Los Angeles, California.
译者简介：
刘剑文，笔名莫笑愚，湘籍居加州中海岸，诗人，译者，中国通俗文艺研究会诗歌委员会委员，美国洛杉矶华人作家协会会员。农业经济学博士，康乃尔大学汉弗莱访问学者，曾任职于世界银行。写诗、译诗，出版有诗集《穿过那片发光的海》和《水与火的中间是烟》，任《新世纪中国诗选》副主编。诗作被选入多种诗歌年选。获卡丘.沃伦诗歌奖和第六届中国诗歌春晚十年诗歌成就奖等。
About the translator:
Jianwen Liu, pen named Mo Xiaoyu, is a poet who writes in Chinese and English. Jianwen is a member of the Poetry Committee of Chinese Popular Art and Literature Research Association, and a member of Los Angeles Chinese Writers Association. Having worked at the World Bank, Jianwen is an agricultural economist with a PhD in Agricultural Economics, a Hubert H. Humphrey Fellow to Cornell University (2000/2001), and has published two poetry collections, “Across the Shining Ocean” and “Smoke between Water and Fire”. She is also the co-editor of “New Century Chinese Poetry Anthology”. Her poems have been included in various poetry anthologies and yearbooks in China. She has won poetry awards such as “Ten Years Achievement Award for Chinese Poetry” by the 6th Chinese Poetry Spring Festival Gala Awards in 2020 and “Culture Warren Poetry Award”, etc. Jianwen is from China and lives in Central Coast of California.
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