By Jidimajia
Translated By Wang Ping
After leaving a busy dock
We come to a new railway station
We chase time like this all our lives
The journey…
We come to a new railway station
We chase time like this all our lives
The journey…
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- 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… - By Jidimajia刚刚离开了繁忙的码头
又来到一个陌生的车站
一生中我们就这样追寻着时间
或许是因为旅途被无数次的重复
其实人类从来就没有一个所谓的终点
可以告诉你，我是一个游牧民族的儿子
我相信爱情和死亡是一种方式
而这一切都只会… - By Kevin YoungOnce, in winter, I was blessed
by lightning, the plane
sudden struck—the boom
of it, the cabin lit … - 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 Daniel HalpernThe redolence of rose and new road.
The attar of grass, recently cut.
The fish-whiff of anchovy.
The spinning… - By Sasha PearlI’m in Shartlesville
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil… - By Whitney KooBeing a woman of multiple bags, I may not have anything.
When portability really means lack of capacity… - By Hershman JohnDear young Deer Spring and Towering Houses
Follow a Diné elder down a rabbit hole:
My Pembroke crest… - By Robert Browning1.My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch… - By BashōTranslated By Lucien StrykWake, butterfly—
it's late, we've miles
to go together. - By Shereen AkhtarIn our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends… - By Ide Amari Thompsonso beautiful, it hurt
to listen when your rain
what fall, drop, fresh-
water. drawn as the day come
… - By Xiao Yue Shan1
listen carefully—there is land or there is water,
and a time where
you may mistake one for another.
there… - By Li-Young LeeI can hear in your voice
you were born in one country
and will die in another, and where you live is where… - By Martha SilanoIs this the last time I’ll admire the guys
in their neon-yellow slickers, guiding us
to our parking spots… - By Mairead Small StaidThrough the oculus of the bus terminal at Boston’s South Station, light falls
for a hundred feet. A … - By Rüştü OnurNe evim var Tanrım ne bahçem
Ne okyanusta kayığım
Başım ananas kokan bulutlarda
Ananas kokan sularda… - By Rose AusländerUnser Schiff
ohne Fahne
gehört keinem Land
kommt nicht an
Wasserbürger
wir reisen
in den Tag
in die… - By Rose AusländerTranslated By Carlie HoffmanOur ship
without flag
belongs to no country
never arrives
water citizens
we travel
day and night
…