第1560期：与诗人有关的日子，我写了两首。

发布于2022年11月19日2022年11月19日作者:佛老

【第一首拙作献给诗人徐志摩】

《诗人节》

– 作者：佛老

“The Poet Festival”

-Translation: Fuolao

今天这个日子

实在不应该写诗

可我想着诗也许连着

白马山

翡冷翠

康桥的那条河

Today, the day

I shouldn’t have written a poem

But I thought maybe writing

Would get me closer

To the white horse mountain

To Firenze

To the Cambridge river

写下一些怀念

存不下多少流连

如那云彩

如那萤火

与那青草更青处的作别

I wrote down some nostalgia

I couldn’t save much memory

Only like a cloud

Or a glowworm

Farewell to the greener pasture

有人果然记着你

也不曾忘了这世界

我把今日当作诗人节

也许你并不在意

但这日子仍能放些光明

隔了九十多年的夜

Yes, you are remembered

So too was this world

I take today as a poet festival

Even though you might not care

Look, the night is still bright

After more than 90 years.

（佛老写在志摩逝世91周年纪念日，2022年11月19日。）

【第二首诗献给近期乱舞的群魔】

《忍住，不悲伤。》

– 作者：佛老

“Bite Your Tongue”

– Translation: Fuolao

我能忍住不說話
但我怎能忍住不悲傷
放眼望去
四海無涯
I can refrain from speaking up
But how can I stop feeling sorrow
I look out to the horizon
There is no horizon anymore

什麼破了什麼倒了
什麼停了什麼涼了
什麼升了什麼撒了
什麼錯過了什麼嚇跑了
以上我說的分別是
記錄時差
鐘擺黃瓜
血壓芝麻
成人禮草原狼
What breaks? What lags?
What stops? What cools?
What elevates? What drops?
What’s missed? What’s scared?
With the above, I refer to –
A record, the jet lag
A pendulum, a cucumber
The blood pressure, the sesame
The coming-of-age ceremony, the prairie wolf

我能忍住不說話
但我怎能忍住不迷茫
放眼望去
萬人空巷
I can refrain from speaking up
But how can I stop feeling lost
I look out to the town
The town is empty

死亡變得越來越容易
比便利店還便利
生命變得越來越不長
五歲也可以
三個月也無妨
不用刀槍兇器
只用一坨棉花
蒙上肥大的左心房
戴上蕾絲眼罩
捂上那只好眼
留著那只假眼
像海盜那个贱样
Death gets easier and easier
More convenient than the convenience stores
Life becomes shorter and shorter
Five years
Or three months
How old is old?
No need for a knife or a gun to kill
A lump of cotton will do
Cover the fat left atrium
Put on the laced blindfold
Hide that good eye
Show the fake one
Like a bloody pirate