酷我-北美枫

[Lake]

(值此年底，旧货清仓.
清出 descriptive, narrative, prosaic stuff, 再想办法进新货. )

Khan's Mongolian Barbecue

The night, freezing cold, dark as an abyss,
But the room, brightly warm, lively as spring.
No one ever wonders why
It is called Californian Barbecue
In Beijing, but Mongolian Barbecue
In this snowy Dinky Town.

A big iron wok sizzles and steams.
Three chefs in white coats and tall hats,
Waltz around, aprons soiled with spicy sauces,
Faces smeared with sweat, hands busy tossing
And stirring plates of food, so graceful
As if presenting a cooking show
To the customers who swallow saliva as they watch.
Beef, pork, turkey, chicken, lamb, shrimp, scallop,
Broccoli, cabbage, onion, bean sprouts, noodles
Dancing merrily with each other on this big iron stage
As conducted by the yard-long bamboo chopsticks.
Bang! A little boy beats the huge copper gong loud,
For a good luck, believed by many, then
Out of the corner of the chef's eye, a dollar bill
Slips into a tip jar, almost full by the end of the day.

The exotic music flows gently in the air,
As waitresses flutter between tables
Up and down stairs. All in pink shirts,
Black pants and white aprons, with smiles
Of Sunflowers, holding round trays on their
Shoulders with drinks, appetizers, desserts...
Loads, so disproportionate to their petite bodies.
"Sandy, smile! How can you make
Good tips with a long face!" warns the boss.

At a table, a reporter quietly enjoys his meal,
Free of charge, of course, for an article on Khan's
To be published in the local paper.
The boss as happy and proud as can be
Tells the reporter how healthy her food is,
How authentic the taste, how smart, knowledgeable
her staff-- all university students, some even
With master degrees, a few working on PhDs.

As the night cannot go any deeper in the darkness,
The wok cooled down, mountains of dishes washed,
Tips counted and shared, fingers numb and stiffened,
Smiles dropped, frozen and lights one by one turned off...
In a year or so, you will not see these young faces
Anymore, but as they dissolve themselves
On the other side of the Pacific,
This experience, either embarrassed
Or proud of, will never evaporate.


(等着批。 反正是不破不立。)

[[Lake]]

(值此年底，旧货清仓.
清出 descriptive, narrative, prosaic stuff, 再想办法进新货. )

Khan's Mongolian Barbecue

The night, freezing cold, dark as an abyss,
But the room, brightly warm, lively as spring.
No one ever wonders why
It is called Californian Barbecue
In Beijing, but Mongolian Barbecue
In this snowy Dinky Town.

A big iron wok sizzles and steams.
Three chefs in white coats and tall hats,
Waltz around, aprons soiled with spicy sauces,
Faces smeared with sweat, hands busy tossing
And stirring plates of food, so graceful
As if presenting a cooking show
To the customers who swallow saliva as they watch.
Beef, pork, turkey, chicken, lamb, shrimp, scallop,
Broccoli, cabbage, onion, bean sprouts, noodles
Dancing merrily with each other on this big iron stage
As conducted by the yard-long bamboo chopsticks.
Bang! A little boy beats the huge copper gong loud,
For a good luck, believed by many, then
Out of the corner of the chef's eye, a dollar bill
Slips into a tip jar, almost full by the end of the day.

The exotic music flows gently in the air,
As waitresses flutter between tables
Up and down stairs. All in pink shirts,
Black pants and white aprons, with smiles
Of Sunflowers, holding round trays on their
Shoulders with drinks, appetizers, desserts...
Loads, so disproportionate to their petite bodies.
"Sandy, smile! How can you make
Good tips with a long face!" warns the boss.

At a table, a reporter quietly enjoys his meal,
Free of charge, of course, for an article on Khan's
To be published in the local paper.
The boss as happy and proud as can be
Tells the reporter how healthy her food is,
How authentic the taste, how smart, knowledgeable
her staff-- all university students, some even
With master degrees, a few working on PhDs.

As the night cannot go any deeper in the darkness,
The wok cooled down, mountains of dishes washed,
Tips counted and shared, fingers numb and stiffened,
Smiles dropped, frozen and lights one by one turned off...
In a year or so, you will not see these young faces
Anymore, but as they dissolve themselves
On the other side of the Pacific,
This experience, either embarrassed
Or proud of, will never evaporate.


(等着批。 反正是不破不立。)

[星子]

哈哈....清仓了,,还这么多?

看来要打印来读!

累呀...哈哈
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[[ANNA]]

哈哈....清仓了,,还这么多?

看来要打印来读!

累呀...哈哈
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[Lake]

[[Lake]]

[kokho]

Quite a patying experience

应该是散文诗吧 ：））

。
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乒乓、摄影、诗歌

[[晓辉]]

Quite a patying experience

应该是散文诗吧 ：））

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乒乓、摄影、诗歌

[Lake]

[[Lake]]

[博弈]

People are spoiled to read short poems, me too.
You have rich vocabulary; attend to details, what a writer must have, very good.
I did a quick proofreading, there could be more not noticed first round.

black as abyss， dark as an abyss?
A big iron work, wok? (I notice you use wok in another section)
And stiring plates of food, so graceful; stirring?
Bang! A little boy beats the huge copper gong lound; loud?
At a table, a reporter quietly enjoyes his meal; enjoys?
Ph.D.'s or PhDs (no space)
“This experience, either embarrassed
Or proud of, will never evaporate”
I think you mean
either embarrassing or proud
either embarrassed by or proud of
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Sometimes I am busy
Sometimes I am free
In between, there's it
Until I find thee...

[[Mark]]

People are spoiled to read short poems, me too.
You have rich vocabulary; attend to details, what a writer must have, very good.
I did a quick proofreading, there could be more not noticed first round.

black as abyss， dark as an abyss?
A big iron work, wok? (I notice you use wok in another section)
And stiring plates of food, so graceful; stirring?
Bang! A little boy beats the huge copper gong lound; loud?
At a table, a reporter quietly enjoyes his meal; enjoys?
Ph.D.'s or PhDs (no space)
“This experience, either embarrassed
Or proud of, will never evaporate”
I think you mean
either embarrassing or proud
either embarrassed by or proud of
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Sometimes I am busy
Sometimes I am free
In between, there's it
Until I find thee...

[Lake]

[[Lake]]

[老哈]

一个想法。英文的语法结构严谨，标点符号自成规矩，不管诗如何断句，标点符号应保持不变。这与中文有所不同。
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掠过天堂刹那间的感觉

[[老哈]]

一个想法。英文的语法结构严谨，标点符号自成规矩，不管诗如何断句，标点符号应保持不变。这与中文有所不同。
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掠过天堂刹那间的感觉

[星子]

谢谢,楼上各位...我偷懒了....
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[[ANNA]]

谢谢,楼上各位...我偷懒了....
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[Lake]

[[Lake]]

[Lake]

老哈的话让我又重温了一遍诗歌中标点符号的使用。多谢！

I think right now the follwing rules suit me well:

The use of the comma: If, like here, the poem is more prosaic, I use it at times to fit the general image of prosaic verse and to ease the burden on the writer and provide the comma stops myself.

If the poem is more modern in form, then I leave whatever commas I can out, either by ending the lines appropriately or by using the comma-ed sections within the line and not at the end. Then the end of the line provides the comma stop needed but the reader has to do the work and recognize it.

.

[[Lake]]

老哈的话让我又重温了一遍诗歌中标点符号的使用。多谢！

I think right now the follwing rules suit me well:

The use of the comma: If, like here, the poem is more prosaic, I use it at times to fit the general image of prosaic verse and to ease the burden on the writer and provide the comma stops myself.

If the poem is more modern in form, then I leave whatever commas I can out, either by ending the lines appropriately or by using the comma-ed sections within the line and not at the end. Then the end of the line provides the comma stop needed but the reader has to do the work and recognize it.

.

[星子]

学习...
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[[ANNA]]

学习...
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