《詩殿堂》推薦作品（二）

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推薦作品 徐英才詩與譯八首 Eight Poems and Their Translations by Xu Yingcai 摘自:《詩殿堂》漢英雙語紙質(zhì)詩刊第27期2025年春季版第9-12頁 1. 繪畫 我們在這兒繪畫看誰把天空畫得更有詩意有人用雕琢的筆法畫出千朵光鮮耀眼的浮云我用簡樸的筆觸畫出一個(gè)華光千里的星系 1. Painting We are here paintingTo find out who best expresses the poetic sense of the skySomeone makes a painstaking effort to use the brushAnd paint many a dazzling floating cloudI apply simple touchesAnd paint a galaxy shining far and wide 2. 老花鏡 父親走了，走了很久他的老花鏡還在書桌上戴上它，我什么也看不清卻清晰地看到他滿臉的褶皺每一條都在述說著一個(gè)故事 有的像承載重壓的房梁　那樣挺直有的像丈量歲月的小路　那樣彎曲還有的隆成了巍峨的山形　默默地守望 鏡框上的銹斑是他伏案制圖時(shí)滴落的汗痕鏡片上的劃傷是他耕耘文字時(shí)留下的犁跡鼻托的磨損深深鐫刻著他低頭勞作的年輪 父親走了，走了很久但他肯定在老花鏡上留下了什么要不，透過模糊的鏡片我為什么能夠看到銀河流淌，星光閃爍 2. Old Reading Glasses Father has been gone, gone for a long timeYet his reading glasses still rest on the deskWhen I wear them, I can't see clearlyBut his face comes into sharp focus—Every wrinkle telling a stor Some are straight, like beams bearing the weight of the houseOthers curve, like paths measuring the passage of timeAnd some rise like towering mountains, standing guard in silence The rust on the frameIs the stain of sweat from his hours The scratches on the lensesAre the furrows left by his plow through fields of wordsThe wear on the nose padsBears the deep marks of years spent in labor Father has been gone, gone for a long timeBut he must have left something on these glasses—Otherwise, why, through their blurred lensesCan I see the Milky Way flowing, the stars sparkling? 3. 母親 手心扎了刺母親替我挑握過來的手 像蒙著砂皮 母親凝神在針尖上像往常那樣仔細(xì)扎深了怕弄疼我淺了　怕挑不出 我專注在刺點(diǎn)上的眸被一種莫名的力量牽引慢慢地那已模糊的沙皮里浮出 明窗凈幾熱騰飯菜還有早已放在我手邊的日需 手心的刺被母親挑走了心頭　卻扎進(jìn)了另一根 3. Mother A thorn pricks my palmMother picks for meThe hands reaching outSeem covered in sandpaper Mother focuses on the needle's tipAs she always does for meGoing deep, fearing to hurtShallow, fearing not extracting My gaze fixed on the prickIs drawn by an inexplicable forceSlowly From the blurred sandpaper emerges Clear windows and tidy furniture at homeThe steaming food on the tableAnd all I need already within reach The thorn in the palm is plucked awayYet another pierces my heart 4. 里與外 左一條擦傷，右一塊撞痕性格溢上車身 乍看像梵高的畫：倔強(qiáng)的線條，不安的色彩 也像梵高的命運(yùn)：泊哪，都少鄰，不受待見 人，都是印象主義者，卻不待見印象派起初，他們只看到駕駛的魯莽 后來，他們退后十步，瞇起眼 才讀懂累累傷痕下的故事： 每一道裂痕，都是與世界的碰撞 每一塊傷疤，都是命運(yùn)的簽章 疤痕般厚重的色彩，如火山噴發(fā)的巖漿 流動型的清晰線條，似河流在峽谷奔淌 車開成那樣的人啊，內(nèi)心或許藏有未熄的火焰 凡所有相，皆是虛妄可傷痕卻如此真實(shí)泊在哪，都是孤獨(dú)的島嶼開起來，都是生命的追尋在傷痕遍布的征途上，尋找自己的航向 4. Inside and Outside A scrape on the left, a dent on the right,Personality spills onto the car’s body. At first glance, it’s like a Van Gogh:Stubborn lines, restless colors;Or like Van Gogh’s fate:Wherever it parks, it finds few neighbors, seldom welcomed. People are all impressionists, yet they shun Impressionism.At first, they only see reckless driving.Later, they step back ten paces, squint,And finally read the story beneath the scars:Each crack, a collision with the world;Each scar, a seal of fate. Colors as thick as scars, like molten lava from a volcano;Lines, fluid and sharp, like rivers rushing through canyons.Those who drive like that—perhaps, an unquenched fire burns within All that appears is illusion.Yet the scars remain, undeniably real.Wherever it parks, it’s a lonely island.Whenever it moves, it’s the pursuit of life.On a journey marked by scars, searching for its own course. 5. 雪戀 我們?nèi)バ淞挚囱?lt;/p> 雪在飄枝椏兜不住撲簌簌，落進(jìn)大地的臂彎。我望著，頭輕輕貼上他的心跳。 冰棱在融化——梢頭留不住，一滴滴，滲進(jìn)雪的肌膚。他望著，手無聲地?cái)n住我的肩。 忽然想到地底的根，它們是這樣交握？ 我們發(fā)動引擎，向?qū)挸ǖ墓否側(cè)?lt;/p>窗外，冬在悸動車內(nèi)，暖和得像花房里的春天 5. Snow Love We went to the grove to watch the snow... Snowflakes drift.Branches can hold no more -pitter-patter, they tumble into earth's embrace.I watch,tilting my head gently against his heartbeat. Icicles melt -Twigs can keep no moredrop by drop, seeping into snow's bare skin.He gazes,silently folding his hand around my shoulder. Suddenly I think of roots underground—do they entwine like this? We start the engine, drive onto the open road.Outside, winter pulses;inside, warmth blooms like a spring greenhouse. 6. 燉悟 爐灶上 鍋、勺、菜、油、鹽、醬、醋“叮當(dāng)咕嚕”地喧囂著爭奪制作美味的功勞 吵著吵著 它們感到一陣陣灼燙頓時(shí)恍然大悟慚愧地沉默了下來 6. Epiphany in the Stew On the stove,the pot, ladle, and the ingredients—oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar—clatter and bubble, each clamoring to claim creditfor the creation of a delicious feast. Amid their squabbles,a wave of searing heat rises—and in an instant, they awaken,falling silent, humbled by their realization. 7. 給夢一把梯子 一對魚，一黑一白合嘴銜起一個(gè)夢，塞給我夢境恍惚，疾如光過指縫 起初我懵懂，只顧貪玩后來我矢志，追上彩虹 本不在乎世界是否真實(shí)直到在小樹林里迷了路曾經(jīng)懷疑自己是蝶還是人好在糊涂時(shí)我會認(rèn)真思索 夢中，我沖破傳統(tǒng)的藩籬執(zhí)意要跨山，山便坍成河一心想渡河，河又化作霧我像被懸吊在空中的鐘擺在痛苦與無聊間一邊擺動一邊思索生命是否就是為鋸斷時(shí)間 追逐的彩虹漸漸淡去回頭，身后空無一物我試圖沖破語言的繭改變環(huán)境，也被環(huán)境改變 年輪長出蔓藤蔓藤長成梯子梯子結(jié)滿疤痕我站在最高處貪婪地啜飲此時(shí)此刻的光。 7. Give the Dream a Ladder A pair of fish—one black, one white—hold a dream between their lips, press it into my hands. The dream flickers, slipping through my fingers.At first, I’m dazed, lost in play;then I set out to chase the rainbow. I never care if the world is real,until I stray into a grove and lose my way.Sometimes, I doubt: Am I butterfly or man?But in confusion, I choose to think In the dream, I shatter tradition’s fences.I vow to cross mountains—they crumble into rivers;I strive to ford rivers—they melt into mist.I dangle like a pendulum in midair,swinging between agony and ennui,wondering if life is but a saw gnawing at time. The rainbow I chase fades.I turn—behind me, only void.I struggle to break free from language’s cocoon,to change my world as it changes me Tree rings sprout vines,vines twist into a ladder,the ladder knots with scars.Now I stand on the highest rung,drinking in the light of this moment. 8. 大雁塔 并無鴻雁也不高聳卻比高塔雄偉有六百多經(jīng)卷奠基卻比傳書感人字字句句閃著佛思 天竺的圈三藏徒步萬里轉(zhuǎn)成方塊佛陀的花達(dá)摩六代傳成無字心月從此真經(jīng)閉鎖在寺閣天書度人在人間 大雁塔佛的源 8. The Great Wild Goose Pagoda Devoid of wild geese, not soaring high Yet grander than the tallest spireBuilt upon six hundred scrolls of scripturesMore inspiring than tales brought by flying geeseFor every word gleams with Buddhist thought Now the ten-thousand-foot journey Tang Sanzang trodTurning the India circles into Chinese squares Now the Six Patriarchs from Zen BuddhismTransforming Buddha’s flower into the moon's silent flowHenceforthThe genuine sutras sealed within the temple wallsThe celestial scriptures enlighten the earthly souls The Great Wild Goose PagodaThe wellspring of Buddha's light 徐英才，教師、翻譯家、詩人，華人詩學(xué)會會長，漢英雙語紙質(zhì)詩刊《詩殿堂》總編；出版過譯著、詩集二十多本；其詩論《中國三行詩理論與技巧》奠定了中國三行詩的理論基礎(chǔ)。 非常重要:https://poetryh.com/001AboutUs.htm 《詩殿堂》雜志社信息地址：5923 N Artisan Ave Chicago IL 60659郵箱：info@poetryh.com網(wǎng)址：poetryh.com新詩投稿箱：npoems@poetryh.com古詩投稿箱：cpoems@poetryh.com英詩投稿箱：englishpoetry@poetryh.com其他投稿箱：contact@poetryh.com CONTACT INFORMATIONAddress: 5923 N Artisan Ave, Chicago, IL 60659Email: info@poetryh.comWebsite: poetryh.comNew poem contributions: npoems@poetryh.comClassical poem contribution: cpoems@poetryh.comEnglish poetry contribution: englishpoetry@poetryh.comOther contributions: contact@poetryh.com ? 美國大型詩刊《詩殿堂》征稿每首新詩30行左右，特別優(yōu)秀的50行左右，原則上每位詩人選兩首，投稿附上個(gè)人簡介（250字以內(nèi)）聯(lián)系方式。

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《詩殿堂》推薦作品（二）

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