酷我-北美枫

[和平岛]

The cow is chewing cud
and the island smells like cheese
coagulated from milky fog.

The bronze bell in the church
slows down. A cat on patrol
makes a low bow and streaks
across the grassy field
to pounce on a piece of cheese.

A carol from the church's choir:
clear notes of piano, knives, forks,
grumpy chopsticks with a bowl of porridge,
a glass of milk, and crunchy pieces of toast
like clusters of colloid. Shrug shoulders;
walk away to a dreary quiet.

Still the cow is chewing,
pregnant, saturated with milk,
far from the tolling and prayers.

So wet is the island
in the arms of morning light
like a baptized baby.


2005-10-25 in Chinese
2005-10-26 in English
Victoria, Canada

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The cow is chewing cud
and the island smells like cheese
coagulated from milky fog.

The bronze bell in the church
slows down. A cat on patrol
makes a low bow and streaks
across the grassy field
to pounce on a piece of cheese.

A carol from the church's choir:
clear notes of piano, knives, forks,
grumpy chopsticks with a bowl of porridge,
a glass of milk, and crunchy pieces of toast
like clusters of colloid. Shrug shoulders;
walk away to a dreary quiet.

Still the cow is chewing,
pregnant, saturated with milk,
far from the tolling and prayers.

So wet is the island
in the arms of morning light
like a baptized baby.


2005-10-25 in Chinese
2005-10-26 in English
Victoria, Canada

[和平岛]

《雾》

母牛很远。海岛
像刚刚从稀薄的奶水中
提炼出来的酪

起先，我看到教堂的铜钟
慢慢减速。一只警觉的白猫
伸出渐渐锋利的爪，一弯腰
就窜过墓碑后的草皮，稳稳地
停落在一块新鲜的奶酪上

然后，我听到唱诗班传来的歌
清晰的钢琴、刀、叉、筷子
稀饭、牛奶和烤面包片，
还有锯木、引擎和潮水
混杂着，像异域的胶状块体
难以融合。耸耸肩。又归于沉寂

而母牛，在很远的低凹地
吃草，受孕，肿胀的奶水
远离钟声和祈祷

海岛湿漉漉的
像抱在晨光怀里
刚刚受洗的婴儿


2005-10-25
加拿大维多利亚

[[我还没有昵称]]

《雾》

母牛很远。海岛
像刚刚从稀薄的奶水中
提炼出来的酪

起先，我看到教堂的铜钟
慢慢减速。一只警觉的白猫
伸出渐渐锋利的爪，一弯腰
就窜过墓碑后的草皮，稳稳地
停落在一块新鲜的奶酪上

然后，我听到唱诗班传来的歌
清晰的钢琴、刀、叉、筷子
稀饭、牛奶和烤面包片，
还有锯木、引擎和潮水
混杂着，像异域的胶状块体
难以融合。耸耸肩。又归于沉寂

而母牛，在很远的低凹地
吃草，受孕，肿胀的奶水
远离钟声和祈祷

海岛湿漉漉的
像抱在晨光怀里
刚刚受洗的婴儿


2005-10-25
加拿大维多利亚

[和平岛]

Vortex:

i just watched the film "The Fog"
a couple of days ago...
so that brought me in here
very nice.. sure reads fresh
sharp vocabulary throughout
a most enjoyable poem & rythm

bless

[[我还没有昵称]]

Vortex:

i just watched the film "The Fog"
a couple of days ago...
so that brought me in here
very nice.. sure reads fresh
sharp vocabulary throughout
a most enjoyable poem & rythm

bless

[和平岛]

Here are some of my explanations:

Under the cover of fog,

I am trying to express the life of an immigrant, how he is fitted into the new country.

The cow is an image for this immigrant, (that means myself), working hard, developing a new life, away from the western communities

So the cat is a kind of dark side, a struggle of my inner side world, across the symbol of the western world: the church and carol and religion, etc.

Through the haze of fog, I see the mixed pattern: forks, knives, milk, toast, etc, there are all typical for a life of the western world;
yet chopsticks, a bowl of porridge, etc, these are typical things for the Chinese. And now, my family is a kind of mixture, using both of them.

Yet the struggle is going on: no matter how hard I try, I still feel I cannot fit into the western world, and here goes the sentence: "like alienated clusters of colloid". So what kind of altitude should I take? just walk away and back into a dismal situation?

Fortunately, the life is going on, and back to the image of cow: I am working hard, raising kids, and building a new life in a new world, even though, my world is far away from the core of western civilization; and in spite of the fact that I live at the center of city, I still feel I live in a far away lowland!

After all these struggles, I feel like a baby reborn in the morning light through the haze of fog, or the haze of life!

[[我还没有昵称]]

Here are some of my explanations:

Under the cover of fog,

I am trying to express the life of an immigrant, how he is fitted into the new country.

The cow is an image for this immigrant, (that means myself), working hard, developing a new life, away from the western communities

So the cat is a kind of dark side, a struggle of my inner side world, across the symbol of the western world: the church and carol and religion, etc.

Through the haze of fog, I see the mixed pattern: forks, knives, milk, toast, etc, there are all typical for a life of the western world;
yet chopsticks, a bowl of porridge, etc, these are typical things for the Chinese. And now, my family is a kind of mixture, using both of them.

Yet the struggle is going on: no matter how hard I try, I still feel I cannot fit into the western world, and here goes the sentence: "like alienated clusters of colloid". So what kind of altitude should I take? just walk away and back into a dismal situation?

Fortunately, the life is going on, and back to the image of cow: I am working hard, raising kids, and building a new life in a new world, even though, my world is far away from the core of western civilization; and in spite of the fact that I live at the center of city, I still feel I live in a far away lowland!

After all these struggles, I feel like a baby reborn in the morning light through the haze of fog, or the haze of life!

[星子]

very good.

Thanks Peace for the review.
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[[ANNA]]

very good.

Thanks Peace for the review.
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