[Poem] Moving On (Xinlei)

Moving on

Keep walking
From town to town
Street to street
In the lonely metro crowd
Among the endless strange faces
Under the provoking sunshine and the crude glare of winter stars

Eagle’s wings breaking the brimming cloud
Birch tree brunches pricking the far-reaching sky
Double bladed sword cutting through the hem of his long overcoat
Dust to sands

All
Leaving no traces

Keep walking
Turning away
Hair brushing against cheek
A fleeting sight
Is the way

of
Me
moving on

[Poem] the Evening and Morning of a Spring (Hai Zi)

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the Evening and Morning of a Spring

in the evening 

I carried the ancient root 

To the field 

The little green legs of frog the eye sockets of moon

And a green bullet shell, green

On my back

Bloomed one by one

In the morning 

I returned to the village 

Lightly knocking the door

A water-drinking bee

Landed on my neck

thought I was

A well high above the ground

Mother opened the door

across the well

A row of damp trees

facing the plain field and her

neatly fell on their knees

Mother – they called out loud – 

Mother 

春天的夜晚和早晨

夜里 我把古老的根 背到地里去 青蛙绿色的小腿月亮绿色的眼窝 还有一枚绿色的子弹壳，绿色的 在我脊背上 纷纷开花 早晨 我回到村里 轻轻敲门 一只饮水的蜜蜂 落在我的脖子上 她想 我可能是一口高出地面的水井 妈妈打开门 隔着水井 看见一排湿漉漉的树林 对着原野和她 整齐地跪下 妈妈——他们嚷着—— 妈妈

[Poem] the Coal Pile (Hai Zi)

the Coal Pile

the coal pile

the black master 

breaking into the winter 

holding everyone’s hand

walking straight into the house 

fire 

shining with light

take the sick cow in!

it is like a tree leave long and thin

landed on the hey: eh, the days without soil

for all that the coal said: 

fire

shining with light 

煤　堆

煤堆 闯进冬天的 黑色主人 拉着大家的手 径直走进房屋 火 闪着光 把病牛牵进来！ 它象一片又瘦又长的树叶 落上稻草：唉，这没有泥土的日子 但是煤说： 火 闪着光

[Poem] the Leaper (Hai Zi)

the Jumper by Fabrizio Cassetta

The Leaper

The old tree nose of an Oak 

Caught my shoes of blue 

leaping yet am I still

Over the elm fruits

The geese and the wheats

In a year I leaped over

Twelve empty rooms and some spikes 

From a breath of air 

To another breath of air 

I’m the profundity of life 

I’ve walked many roads

Socks full of mistakes 

Ruby is the dairy notebook

A scarlet wanderer

The names forgotten written on his neck, leap

till I’m sick of leaping stand still

silently standing atop the hill 

silence is a cave 

silence is a barrel of gold in the cave 

silence is for love

跳跃者

老鼻子橡树 夹住了我的蓝鞋子 我却是跳跃的 跳过榆钱儿 跳过鹅和麦子 一年跳过 十二间空屋子和一些花穗 从一口空气 跳进另一口空气 我是深刻的生命 我走过许多条路 我的袜子里装满了错误 日记本是红色的 是红色的流浪汉 脖子上写满了遗忘的姓名，跳吧 跳够了我就站住 站在山顶上沉默 沉默是山洞 沉默是山洞里一大桶黄金 沉默是因为爱情

[Poem] Love Story (Hai Zi)

Love Story

Two strangers 

Walking toward your city 

Tonight

Language forging ahead quietly

Till the utter tranquility

What’s utterly tranquil is earth 

The pattering folk songs outflowing 

Wet splashing 

This heart lush green 

Two hunters 

Walking toward this city 

Toward the queen 

“MoDa MoDa” behind them 

are the wedding drums

marking the countless dwelling and caressing 

two strangers 

never speak

walking toward your city

are the two eyes of mine

爱情故事

两个陌生人 朝你的城市走来 今天夜晚 语言秘密前进 直到完全沉默 完全沉默的是土地 传出民歌沥沥 淋湿了 此心长得郁郁葱葱 两个猎人 向这座城市走来 向王后走来 身后哒姆哒姆 迎亲的鼓 代表无数的栖息与抚摸 两个陌生人 从不说话 向你的城市走来 是我的两只眼睛

[Poem] One-winged Bird ( Hai Zi)

One Wing by Hudson Valley Artist Lauren Basciani

One-winged Bird

Why does the one-winged bird fly

For what reason 

Head towards the heaven and earth 

A large number of plain light beams lying 

Bodhi, Bodhi remembered

Stones

So many facades polished by the sky

All so unfamiliar 

Built up half of the world

Running fingers over the surroundings 

You’d pick up one

Crush another

Why does the one-winged bird fly

For what reason I

Drunk down my own shadow

Pulling hair together to make a wing 

Leave

Not sure if the sky is turning dark 

Pricking through one’s own palm is harder than pricking someone else’s wall

One-winged bird

Why does it fly

The plump flowers

Shoot out water 

I left with eyes squinting 

The heart and the world I’d resided for long 

None of you are waking up

Why do I 

Why do I fly

单翅鸟

单翅鸟为什么要飞呢 为什么 头朝着天地 躺着许多束朴素的光线 菩提，菩提想起 石头 那么多被天空磨平的面孔 都很陌生 堆积着世界的一半 摸摸周围 你就会拣起一块 砸碎另一块 单翅鸟为什么要飞呢 我为什么 喝下自己的影子 揪着头发作为翅膀 离开 也不知天黑了没有 穿过自己的手掌比穿过别人的墙壁还难 单翅鸟 为什么要飞呢 肥胖的花朵 喷出水 我眯着眼睛离开 居住了很久的心和世界 你们都不醒来 我为什么 为什么要飞呢

[Poem] Me, and Other Witnesses ( Hai Zi )

In a Barren Land by Desmond Raymond 

Me, and Other Witnesses

The stars and sheep flocks of my hometown 

Like beautiful white streams of water 

Running by 

A young deer running by 

The eyes of evening tightly chasing after 

In the barren wilderness, spotted a first plant 

Foot into the soil

beyond withdrawal 

Those solitary flowers 

Are lips dropped by the spring 

For the days of mine

Left a wound on my own face

For nothing else could witness for us 

Between me and the past 

The black earth 

Me and the future 

The soundless air 

Trading them all am I contriving to 

So long as someone bids

Except for the fire seeds, and those used to make fire 

Except for the eyes

The eyes beaten by you till they bled 

One eye reserved for the drizzling flowers 

The other never ever walking pass the iron city gate 

Black well 

我，以及其他的证人

故乡的星和羊群 像一支支白色美丽的流水 跑过 小鹿跑过 夜晚的目光紧紧追着 在空旷的野地上，发现第一枚植物 脚插进土地 再也拔不出 那些寂寞的花朵 是春天遗失的嘴唇 为自己的日子 在自己的脸上留下伤口 因为没有别的一切为我们作证 我和过去 隔着黑色的土地 我和未来 隔着无声的空气 我打算卖掉一切 有人出价就行 除了火种、取火的工具 除了眼睛 被你们打得出血的眼睛 一只眼睛留给纷纷的花朵 一只眼睛永不走出铁铸的城门 　　黑井