By A’Er
这一刻是沙漠从云端耸起
沉下的是恒河之旅
那是洗不去的光阴
一个小时代的美好派对
一支雪茄飘出的哈瓦那
曾经还是左派的年月
格瓦拉的伏特加扁酒壶
塞进一张列侬和洋子的美颜照
那时我们多么热爱和平
其实…
沉下的是恒河之旅
那是洗不去的光阴
一个小时代的美好派对
一支雪茄飘出的哈瓦那
曾经还是左派的年月
格瓦拉的伏特加扁酒壶
塞进一张列侬和洋子的美颜照
那时我们多么热爱和平
其实…
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- By Carey SalernoI watched the first weeds burgeon and decided this was the summer
I wouldn’t stop them, every inch of … - By Amy WoolardThe wind makes a salad
Of the countryside & we still refuse
To learn each other’s last names. You get
What… - By Joanna KlinkWoken again, this time by wings
scraping the air to pitch the warbler’s
heft from its tree. Its perch… - By Joanna KlinkIn the evening I drove home
through cold rain, headlights blearing
in the peripheries around me.
I saw … - By A Xin静听世界的雪，它来自我们
无法测度的苍穹。天色转暗，一行诗
写到一半；牧羊人和他的羊群
正从山坡走下，穿过棘丛、湿地，暴露在
一片乱石滩上。雪是宇宙的修辞，我们
在其间寻找路径回家，山野蒙受恩宠。
在开阔的河滩上… - By Xiwa我们如此确信自己的灵魂
比我们看得见，摸得着的肉体
更为确信，仿佛我们真的见过她
亲手抚摸过她，弯下身来为她洗过脚
在夜间闻过她腋窝里的汗味
在清晨听过她的哈欠声与唇语
我们如此确信我们的灵魂
确信她比我们的肉体更… - By Zhai Yongming半夜 有人在我耳边说：
我醒了，你们还在沉睡
世界像老虎 在梦里
追着你追着你
世界的万物都像老虎
它们一起追赶你这只
细脚蹱的羚羊
永恒的天敌绝不放过你
即使在梦中 即使在虚空
早上 2021大年初一
我慢慢读着马雁的… - By Chi Lechuan一匹雪白，一匹枣红，一匹黝黑
三匹马在河边饮水
它们此起彼伏地饮着，有一阵子，它们
一起把头伸进河里
仿佛一条河，是从它们口中
流出来似的
它们源远流长的心思
还是那么单纯，清澈，波澜不惊
天色一点点暗淡下来
一个人眼… - By Enkehada黎明时分，梦已被撕裂
从缝隙间向外望去
一幅画的空间里
站立着大象般的骆驼
在她的眼里
我看见了故乡
中午下班回家
冬的天空，支离破碎
阳光从孔隙里流淌
凝望墙上的壁画
发情的儿驼眼里
闻得见青草的气味
放眼眺望四周，都是足… - By Nathanael JonesIn this song a drum takes itself apart. To keep pace move along tracks, dissolve into the points where…
- By A XinTranslated By Wang PingListen to the snow on earth, falling upon us
From the unknown space. Sky darkens—a line of poetry
Is half… - By XiwaTranslated By Wang PingWe believe in our soul
More so than our visible, touchable flesh
We believe in our soul, as if we had … - By Zhai YongmingTranslated By Wang PingMidnight someone whispered at my ear:
I’m awake, but you’re still sleeping
The world runs like a tiger… - By Chi LechuanTranslated By Wang PingOne white, one red, one black
Three horses are drinking at the riverbank
They drink at their own pace,… - By EnkehadaTranslated By Wang PingAt dawn, my dreams are torn
Looking through the cracks
I see a painting
Of a camel as big as an elephant… - By A’ErTranslated By Wang PingIt rises from the desert into clouds
It sinks into the river of eternity
Time can’t wash away
Its short… - By Nathanael JonesWe paint all these rooms white without ever questioning the reasoning behind the labor. This fractured…
- By Nathanael JonesHow a barn owl is never just a single barn owl.
Judgment lapsing into echo, collective
elastic pulling… - By Nathanael JonesAt another work site in a sister borough, a neighbor hears me coughing and tells me she has been having…