冯冬，1979年生于重庆，南京大学英文系博士毕业，现任教于暨南大学，译过游记《中华帝国纪行》、《亲密接触中国》、小说《蛛网与磐石》等，在《新大陆》等诗刊上发表过作品，与人合著诗集《残酷诗》（即出），主要研究诗歌、精神分析和当代哲学。

Peter Feng was born in Chongqing, China, in 1979. He has received a Ph.D degree in literature from Nanjing University and currently teaches English at Jinan University. He has co-translated A Journey through the Chinese Empire, Intimate China, and The Web and the Rock, and co-written a book of poems Cruel Poetry (forthcoming). His study includes poetry, psychoanalysis, and contemporary philosophy.

告别

Farewell

一直在离去……
 
这城市，八年雨水
夏季的光
站在树下打量行人
 
太多的台阶
中途而止，鸟
挣脱了枝头
 
在黑暗中开始的
就在黑暗中结束
 
心穿过沼泽
赤裸地上岸
			

Forever leaving...

Eight years of rain in the city
The light of summer
Stands besides the tree, sizing up passers-by

Too many stairways
Giving up halfway, a bird
Breaking free from the branches

Let what begins in darkness
Also end in darkness

My heart has crossed the mire
And climbed ashore, naked
			

闪电

Lightning

你从云端的隐微处来
给大地上的终有一死者
带来什么消息
生死之门由你进入

我们默然行在大雨中
建筑物比天空更黑

走完一段路我们又坐到窗前
窗户一直暗下去
抬头之际额头明亮
你在不远处等待
			

You come from the concealed places of clouds 
What news have you brought
To us mortals on the earth
The gateway of life and death

We walk in heavy rain in silence
The buildings are darker than the sky

After some distance we again sit by the window
The panes keep darkening
Looking upward one's forehead shines
You are waiting not far off
			

往南

Headed South

欢迎来到热带，这儿的白云
比别处的低些，伸手就可摸到
天堂不过八十八楼，棕榈树
五指张开，永不枯萎的花
离海更近了，海洋性气候
热带风暴都有好听的名字
洛坦，梅花，凯萨娜
它们据说造就了一种热带思维
和身体的造反，连海水都是燥热的
一片燃烧的蓝
夜晚更明亮了，海岸线的灯火
比黎明更早醒来，午后的雨
在阳光里迷失，女人的脚跟随光的转移
再没有了四季，吃莲子的人
乘着夜风在广场上游荡
			

Welcome to the tropical zone, white clouds here 
Hang lower than elsewhere, even within hands’ reach
Paradise is no higher than eighty-eight floors, spreading fingers 
Of palm trees, ever-blooming flowers
Closer to the sea, maritime climate 
Typhoons all have beautiful names
Nock-ten, Muifa, Ketsana
It is said that they have fostered a tropical way of thinking
And the revolt of the body, even the seawater is torrid
The vast, burning blue
Nights are brighter here, the coastal lights 
Wake earlier than the dawn, afternoon rain
Gets lost in sunlight, women’s feet follow changes of light
There are no seasons any more, the lotus-eaters
Loaf on the plaza with the night wind