November 11, 2004

The Last Love Poem/ The Time Spent on the River

These two works I present here, though in different forms and done in different times, are generally set in same mood and theme. Both of them were originally written in Chinese. And I have only done the translations till tonight. The English version must be quite lame, but hopefully dynamic. Although both of them are about quite private issues, it is still nice to have people commenting the translations (if possible). Plus I owed the translation of the latter prose for a friend, by putting it in public, I hope he can read it one day :)

*最后一首情诗*
我在本初子午线附近
看见手机上的时间
刚刚走到了
零时零分
这个世界的新的一天
在这一分钟徜徉
有人要跑过时间
去东五区看新奇
有人想追回时间
若是到日界线西
就还能保留十二小时
四十分钟的距离
就算是我写给你的情诗
或许是最后一回
再任所有偏执
在大西洋中发酵
在那些矿物质中
融化,蒸发

The Last Love Poem

Sitting near the meridian
I can see the time on the phone
just arrived
midnight
Wandering in this minute
there comes a new day for the world
when someone
wants to race with the time
satisfying the curiosity in
the 5th time zone
when some other one
wants to chase the time back
reaching the west to the dateline
to save the 40 minutes distance
for another twelve hours
This is my love poem for you
maybe for the last time
then all the claustrophobia
will turn sour in the atalantic
surrounding by the minerals
thawed
and ablated

*河上的时光*
这天他展开了他的回忆。他想起了他们一起走过的那条河。河水是那么的浑浊。河岸的小路肮脏而泥泞。时而有鼓噪的货船驶过寂静的河面才掀起点波澜。偶尔也会有一两个面容陈旧的老头与他们擦身而过,频频回首稀罕地打量这一对。他觉得这画面如此的鲜明,仿佛是昨天刚做完的一场梦。

如今她又一次走过了这条河。她诧异的打量着在河边散步的成群的情侣们。她看见他们走在重金铺下的白石地上,他们或者带着狗,或者也有带着幼儿的。有时候穿着整齐的幼儿和毛色纯亮的小狗在新修的音乐喷泉里戏水。或者也有单是一对情侣的,一起坐在水边新摆的摇椅上,吹着凉风,又有新砌上的茶等着他们。她发现河边供老人们下棋跳舞的亭子不见了,取而代之的是一座帆船型的露天舞厅,还有三倍宽的行人道。大一点的孩子在大人的带领下放着风筝。风筝下的那条河不再腥臭无比。如今这河洋溢着整洁而欢快的气息。

她想起了那个灰暗的冬日,他们在这河边展开了一场亢长的拥抱,长得让人倦怠。他们不约而同的想坐下来喝口水。那是沿着曾经的那条长亭走过了长长的一段距离才让他们找到了能买到矿泉水的小卖部。除此之外她为他买了一包旺旺雪饼。他不喜欢吃,说是太甜。

是的,她此时也觉得记忆如此的鲜明。

似乎是因为在一段错误的时光走过了这条河,他们的爱情才会以此为预示冷清地收了场。

The Time Spent on the River
He unfolded his memory on this day, when he recalled walking along the riverside with her. The vast, and dirty river, the muddy footpath along the riverside, the noisy cargo boats which disturbed the dead silence of the river surface, and the old men past them with frequent glances back on such strange couple time by time, consist a vivid picture on his mind. So vivid it is that seems like a dream he had last night.

And she passed the river once again today, where there were bunches of lovers walking along, surprisingly. They were walking on the expensive white-jade-paved path, taking along either their pets or kids with them. Sometimes the neat dressed kids and the lovely dogs were playing with the water in the newly built fountain yard. There were couples of lovers coming only with each other as well, who were sitting together on the chaise longues put on the sand by the river only till recently. While enjoying the breeze, two cups of first picking of green tea are awaited there already. She realized a sailing boat shaped building had taken place of the pavilion where there used to be a lot of aged people dancing and playing chess. The footpath its own, is three times wider than before. The teenagers were flying kites with their parentsí guidance. Under the sky where all those colorful kites fly, the river no longer stinks. There she could feel the tidy and merry atmosphere blowing on her face.

She recalled the grey winter afternoon then, when they started a close embrace by the riverside. A long lasting and tiring embrace. Therefore they mutually decided to stop and drink some water. It was only after a long distance walked along the long pavilion had they found a corner shop for bottled water. She bought him a pack of local rice cake beside. He didnít like the taste. He told her it was too sweet.

Itís true. At the moment, she can feel the vividness of the memory as well.
It seems only because they walked there in a wrong time, that had predicted their impassionate ended love.


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