近年,我写了10余首题为“Y"的英文诗,且大多已被发表。今天上午因我的电脑在住院便在小兒子的电脑上浏览,得知第二首”Y"已获【湿雪杂志】向美国‘小推车’文学奖提名。因为这已是我第7次获得提名,对获奖之事早已失去了兴奋,剩下的只有淡然。对我而言,写诗乃是我个人的宗教!
不妨转贴如下,以博一笑,也为存档::
链接::http://www.sleetmagazine.com/selected/yuan_v5n1.html#Title1
原诗::y
yes, yes, with your
yellowish skin, you enjoy
meditating within the shape of
a wishbone, inside the broken wing
of an oriental bird strayed, or
in a larger sense, you look like
the surfacing tail of a pacific whale
who yells low, but whose voice reaches afar
far beyond a whole continent, to a remote village
near the yellow river, where you used to sunbathe
rice stems, reed leaves, cotton skeletons
with a fork made of a single horn-shaped twig
when you were a barefooted country boy
on the other side of this new world
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