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[anna]

WINTER
By Laura Lush

So this is winter---
And what remains of the world

Now that autumn has left us,
Gone underground with the

Once luminous grasses and the husks
And seeds of all the left-behinds.

This is the cold season.
Learn to endure it.

Winter teaches us to love the long
Liturgies of ice, the sudden stopping of water

Before the black flock of birds
Lift blindly off the pond.

冬季
罗娜 菈许 诗 星子译

那么这就是冬季 –
又有什么残存于世

既然秋季离开了我们
去了地下

和曾经茂盛的草，果壳，
以及所有剩余的种子。

这是冰冷的季节。
学会去忍受它。

冬季教我们去爱冗长
祷文式的冰，这突然截住的水

在一群黑鸟盲目地
自池塘升起以前。







The First Day Of Winter
By Laura Lush

On the first day of winter,
the earth awakens to the cold touch of itself.
Snow knows no other recourse except
this falling, this sudden letting go
over the small gnomed bushes, all the emptying trees.
Snow puts beauty back into the withered and malnourished,
into the death-wish of nature and the deliberate way
winter insists on nothing less than deference.
Waiting all is life, snow says, Let me cover you.


冬季的第一天
罗娜 菈许 诗 星子译

在冬季的第一天，
土地苏醒于自己冰冷的触摸。
雪不知道其他的出路，除了
这样降下，这样突然的放弃
在矮小树从，所有清空的树上。
那些枯萎的，营养不良的因为雪重新美丽，
冬天坚持仅有的尊严，进入自然的死亡愿望，
以安排好的方式。
等待就是生存，雪说道，让我来覆盖你
_________________
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

WINTER
By Laura Lush

So this is winter---
And what remains of the world

Now that autumn has left us,
Gone underground with the

Once luminous grasses and the husks
And seeds of all the left-behinds.

This is the cold season.
Learn to endure it.

Winter teaches us to love the long
Liturgies of ice, the sudden stopping of water

Before the black flock of birds
Lift blindly off the pond.

冬季
罗娜 菈许 诗 星子译

那么这就是冬季 –
又有什么残存于世

既然秋季离开了我们
去了地下

和曾经茂盛的草，果壳，
以及所有剩余的种子。

这是冰冷的季节。
学会去忍受它。

冬季教我们去爱冗长
祷文式的冰，这突然截住的水

在一群黑鸟盲目地
自池塘升起以前。







The First Day Of Winter
By Laura Lush

On the first day of winter,
the earth awakens to the cold touch of itself.
Snow knows no other recourse except
this falling, this sudden letting go
over the small gnomed bushes, all the emptying trees.
Snow puts beauty back into the withered and malnourished,
into the death-wish of nature and the deliberate way
winter insists on nothing less than deference.
Waiting all is life, snow says, Let me cover you.


冬季的第一天
罗娜 菈许 诗 星子译

在冬季的第一天，
土地苏醒于自己冰冷的触摸。
雪不知道其他的出路，除了
这样降下，这样突然的放弃
在矮小树从，所有清空的树上。
那些枯萎的，营养不良的因为雪重新美丽，
冬天坚持仅有的尊严，进入自然的死亡愿望，
以安排好的方式。
等待就是生存，雪说道，让我来覆盖你
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[星子]

Laura Lush has an Honours B.A. in English and Creative Writing from York University and an M.A. in English and Creative Writing from the University of Calgary. She has published three books of poetry, and one book of short fiction. Her first book of poetry was nominated for the 1992 Governor General's Literary Awards. She lives and teaches writing in Toronto.

She is my mentor right now. These two poems are from her book: Fault Line.

Here I copy two I like very much.

Strays

I used to bring home strays:
cats with one ear, no tails.
I was convinced that love
could make a difference.
But there was something
permanent in their bodies
that sent them flying out of my hands
no matter how gently
I held them,
no matter how ofter
I reassured them.
It is how I flee
a man's grip today,
squirming away whenever
he tries to hold me.
I am a fish
flopping between
his fingers, my one eye
gelatinous, gold.
It is all in the body
my latest lover tells me.
It is all in the way
we have learned about abandonment
and then to abandon.




Paperweight

You set your heart down on mine.
A bloody paperweight, heavy with
somebody else's grief --not mine.
No wonder I'm tired.
No wonder I can't put one foot
in front of the other.
I will stay like this for years
until I finally learn to slip away--
a dark shiny page falling
to the floor.
_________________

[[ANNA]]

Laura Lush has an Honours B.A. in English and Creative Writing from York University and an M.A. in English and Creative Writing from the University of Calgary. She has published three books of poetry, and one book of short fiction. Her first book of poetry was nominated for the 1992 Governor General's Literary Awards. She lives and teaches writing in Toronto.

She is my mentor right now. These two poems are from her book: Fault Line.

Here I copy two I like very much.

Strays

I used to bring home strays:
cats with one ear, no tails.
I was convinced that love
could make a difference.
But there was something
permanent in their bodies
that sent them flying out of my hands
no matter how gently
I held them,
no matter how ofter
I reassured them.
It is how I flee
a man's grip today,
squirming away whenever
he tries to hold me.
I am a fish
flopping between
his fingers, my one eye
gelatinous, gold.
It is all in the body
my latest lover tells me.
It is all in the way
we have learned about abandonment
and then to abandon.




Paperweight

You set your heart down on mine.
A bloody paperweight, heavy with
somebody else's grief --not mine.
No wonder I'm tired.
No wonder I can't put one foot
in front of the other.
I will stay like this for years
until I finally learn to slip away--
a dark shiny page falling
to the floor.
_________________