庞清明[中国]
镜像或三维之外（组诗）
登山
带着内蕴的颗粒，空乏身
带着隐忍的正途的歇息
机会之窗推开，上升之路
已展露神秘的诱惑
带着雨后彩虹，遭遇
洋溢的负离子，带着积极的
基因，生命邀约
屡次邀约，永恒在邀约
带着风韵犹存的徐娘
从今以往或是拐杖般的依靠
被爱和祈盼拉抬的孺子
就要腾跃，海阔、天空
时间对于我，也许将
变得更加绵长，密实抑或稀缺
除却登高、望远，还需
酿造聊以自慰的济世良方——
假面舞
我总在中途退场
买醉耍泼
闪电失却的抓手
掀翻墨宝
下到一半的雨
穿墙破壁，转眼桃花运
爱到深处的红唇
索然于迷舟
燃烧的脂肪伺机卷土
揪心现世安稳
折叠的梦
逼近高潮的假面舞
烛影剥落
蜥蜴，劫后余生——
鸟儿
鸟儿也懂独辟蹊径
为懵懂的早起的昆虫
误闯栅栏的蝴蝶
溪涧错漏的一缕风
折叠的睡意
鸟儿的御前会总是
开得如鱼得水
身段压缩在合适位置
或因预警拉高分贝
为保全名誉
也为晚辈的礼节略尽绵力
鸟儿的管弦乐
丝丝入扣
迎合多变的格局与未知的命理
鸟儿的侧空翻
将惊叹置入绷紧的神经——
旅行
我要去旅行，螳螂岂能阻挡
撒哈拉之舟褪尽沙尘
舔舐珍稀的雾气
插大葱的天蓬元帅
蹦跳的袋鼠
与踩高跷的长颈鹿
结队去旅行
火烈鸟搜寻碱性的湖泊
放弃绅士风度的企鹅
捕捉深海鳞虾
万里奔袭的雪雁
胸燃一团火，投掷命定的国
座头鲸的脊梁
射出的箭，难收的覆水
旅行：我唯一的行囊
骨子的邀约，血液的互换
像准点的押钞车
让身体在远山近水倒腾
去塞纳河畔的梦都
布拉格之春
接续断臂维纳斯
凭吊英吉利的老式蒸汽机
叩拜尤卡坦的遗址
美利坚的边墙，敲自由的丧钟
在新几内亚热带雨林
遭遇一条毛毛虫
叙利亚的废墟
抢救措置的巴别塔
而阿姆斯特丹的橙色橱窗
芭堤雅的浩淼烟波，小心为妙——
空心管
我愿作一只空心管
吹奏美妙的旋律
巍巍乎高山，洋洋兮流水
精致的孔洞，仿佛神仙指路
迷惑的走廊，循环的机关
飞度精神圣地的彩虹
自动导航的迷宫
爱在小阳春的邂逅
内蕴的节操，外溢的能量
写秃最后一支笔
穷尽最后一颗音符
花魂，星光，惊鸿之一瞥——
Pang Qingming [China]
Beyond Mirror Images or Three Dimensions (group poems)
Climbing High
With intrinsic particles, an empty body,
with rest on the right path of endurance,
the window of opportunity opens, and the path of ascent
reveals its mysterious allure.
With a rainbow, encountering
the overflowing negative ions, with positive
genes, life invites,
repeatedly, and is forever inviting.
With my middle-aged wife, charming still,
somewhat a crutch for my life from now on,
my son, raised up by love and expectation,
is about to leap into his vast future world.
Time, as for me, may become
lengthier, denser, or scarcer.
Besides climbing high and looking far, I also need to
brew a panacea to console myself—
Masquerade
I always leave halfway,
getting drunk and making a scene.
The lightning’s lost grip
upset the ink box.
The rain that stopped halfway
burst through walls, then an unexpected romance in a wink.
Red lips in deep love
wept for the lost boat.
The burning fat waited for a chance to return,
and the present peace was heart-wrenching.
The folded dream
was approaching the masquerade of climax.
Candlelight peeling off,
lizards survived through the disaster—
Birds
Birds also know how to blaze a trail
for the bewildered insects in the dawn,
the butterflies stumbling onto fence,
a lock of breeze slipping through the ravine,
the folded sleepiness.
The birds’ imperial councils always
go smoothly as fish does in water.
They compress their bodies in just the right positions,
or raise their decibel level as a warning
to safeguard their honor,
and also to do their part for the etiquette of the younger generation.
The birds’ orchestral music
is perfectly in tune,
adapting to the ever-changing patterns and the unknown fates.
The birds’ side somersaults
implant amazement into the taut nerves—
Travelling
I’m going to travel, and no mantis shall hinder.
The boat of Saharan has shed its dusty shroud,
licking the rare mist with delight
The marshal from the haven with scallions atop,
the bouncing kangaroos,
and the giraffes on stilts
travel together.
On this journey grand
Flamingos seek alkaline lakes.
Penguins abandon their gentlemanly demeanor
to catch deep-sea shrimps.
Snow geese on a long quest,
with their hearts ablaze, throw themselves onto their destined land.
The arrows shot from humpback whales’ spines
are like the water spilled, cannot be retrieved.
Travelling: my only luggage.
A call from the bones, an exchange of blood.
Like a punctual armored car, I roam
through distant mountains and nearby waters,
to the dreamland by the Seine,
to the springtime in Prague,
to reconnect with the armless Venus,
to mourn the old steam engines of England,
to kneel before the ruins of Yucatan,
to toll the death knell of freedom along the America’s walls,
to encounter a caterpillar
in New Guinea’s tropical rainforests,
In Syria's ruins, where sorrow lingers
to rescue the Tower of Babel.
But as for the orange windows of Amsterdam,
and the vast smoke of Pattaya, be careful—
Hollow Tube
I wish to be a hollow tube,
playing a beautiful melody,
sounding like lofty mountains rising and vast water flowing.
Exquisite holes, as if pointed out by immortals,
bewildering corridors, cyclic mechanisms,
and rainbow flying over the sacred land of spirit.
Mazes with automatic navigation,
love encountered in the mild spring,
the intrinsic integrity, and the overflowing energy.
The last drop of ink has been used up,
and the last note has been exhausted.
The soul of a flower, starlight, a fleeting glimpse of awesomeness.
（Tr. Dr. Ma Tingting；马婷婷博士 译）
作者简介
庞清明，中国当代著名诗人，1967年生于四川达州，现居广东东莞。获中国网络诗歌20年创作奖，成都商报头条诗人奖。2011—2013年中国十佳诗人（网选）。《香港文艺》杂志编委。
在《诗刊》《钟山》《萌芽》《清明》《星星》《作家》《诗选刊》《四川文学》《红岩》《上海文学》《北京文学》《诗潮》《诗林》《扬子江》《延河》《黄河》《作品》《诗歌月刊》《文学自由谈》《飞天》《安徽文学》《山东文学》《时代文学》《草原》《山花》《江南诗》《绿风》《绿洲》《草堂》等数十家刊物发表大量诗作，并入选全国数十种权威选本。出版作品集4部。
About the author
Pang Qingming, a renowned contemporary Chinese poet, was born in Dazhou, Sichuan in 1967 and now resides in Dongguan, Guangdong. He has received the China Network Poetry 20 Years Creation Award and the Chengdu Business Daily Headline Poet Award. He was selected as one of China’s Top Ten Poets (by online voting) from 2011 to 2013. He is a member of the editorial board of Hong Kong Literature and Art.
His poems have been published in numerous journals including Poetry Periodical, Zhongshan Literary Bimonthly, Mengya, Qingming, The Star Poetry Monthly, Writer Magazine, Journal of Selected Poems, Sichuan Literature, Hongyan Literary Bimonthly, Shanghai Literature, Beijing Literature, The Poetic Tide, Poems Forest, The Yangtze River Poetry Journal, Yanhe, Huanghe Bimonthly, Works, Poetry Monthly, Literature Talks, Feitian, Anhui Literature, Shandong Literature, Shidai Wenxue, Grassland Literature, Mountain Flowers, Poetry of Jiangnan, Green Breeze, Oasis, and Cao Tang, and have also been selected into dozens of authoritative anthologies nationwide. Four collections of his work have been published.
