Poetry Quarterly

  Editor-in-Chief:
  Yidan Han

  Contributing Editor:
  Kyle David Anderson

Oyku Tekten 欧库 Oyku Tekten is a poet, translator, and essayist from Turkey. Her work has been published in Monokl, EdebiyatElestiri, KarsinEdebiyat, and Yaratim. She currently lives in New York City, where she is pursuing a graduate degree in Middle Eastern Studies. 欧库为一位来自土耳其的女诗人、翻译家和散文家。她的作品出现于著名的土耳其文学刊物如EdebiyatElestiri, KarsinEdebiyat和 Yaratim，以及国际知名英、土、法文地哲学和理论的Monokl期刊。目前她居住于纽约市，正就读於纽约市立大学研究中心中东研究所。		译者 Translator 张嘉如 Chia-ju Chang Chia-ju Chang teaches at the department of Modern Languages and Literatures at Brooklyn College, CUNY. Courses she teaches include translation, literature and film. Her scholarly and research interests include literary and poetry translation, animal literary and cultural studies, ecocriticism, ecofeminism, ecocritical (or green) cultural and film studies, Buddhist environmental ethics and Zen aesthetics. She has published several scholarly articles in both Chinese and English in different academic journals as well as scholarly anthologies. Her poetry translation has been published in Poetry Sky, ISLE (Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment).

Memory Of A Distant Land		遥地之忆
I. someonecallsyou and yougo in yourmind stillplansforreturn a mournfulfather and short poems whosaidthataffectionwillhurtitselfoneday? a voicedistant fromspacesthroughwhichseasons and a darkmomentpass perhapsitwasmyvoice perhapsthatwasthelongestsentence I made when I was a dark-eyedchild perhaps no onehaddied or I hadnotknownsuch a thingyet itmusthavebeenlikethis, I cannotrememberwell! II wetookanagedferrytogotoanisland I cameallthewayfromsomesickchild’sheart youhadgivenyourlifewrappedinside a candy toanother, that’swhyyoudidnotspeak that’showwesawthewindnaked runningaftersomethingthatdidnotbreathebutdidexist therewasthiscomplicitybetweenthewind and thelife insideus standing likeanapplehalf-eatenhalf-decayed theislanddidnothave a nameuntilwearrivedthere wewantedtoforgetallthenamesincludingours thenwewantedtoremembersomecertainnames weusedtorecover fromthelosses of dayslonggone fromthelifewrappedinside a candy fromthesickness of a heartthatmadethestone more stoney bougainvillea, said a woman while I was holding yourhand likethisflower, sorrowdefoliates in autumn itssmellcarveshollowshapesintotheearth likeanoldmancarvingelephants out of wood withoutmemory withoutheart withouteyes in front of a hut in a fardryforgottenland a landthatsomecallit home somenowhere III back home wesat in thebalcony yousaidonedaybalconiesalso die wedrankwinewhilethinking how a mournfulbalconydies o u t o f s o r r o w thenwedrankthesilenceout of thedying wesaidnothingbut a long ah! wethenwentinside and madelovewiththeafternoon light dideverythinghappen in thiswaybecauseyousaid so? thatwasthelast time wesawthatbalcony butyoukeepcarvingstoneseverysummer until a tremblingtreeshedsitsleaves as if a desertedmanwerepassingby in thestreet as if a deadelephantweretalkingtohimself aboutsomething he misses somethingratherthanlife somethingmuchbiggerthanlife itmusthavebeenlikethis, i cannotrememberwell!		I 你受召唤而离去内心仍欲归返悲郁的父亲和几首短诗谁说感情有天会自残？遥远的声音来自四季与黑暗时刻通越的空间也许是我的声音也许是我说过最长的一句话当我还是乌黑亮眼的小孩没有死亡或者我什么都还不懂应该是这样已记不清 II 我们乘坐老渡轮去一座海岛我不远千里从一个你献出生命被包在糖里的受创之童心，到另一颗心，那就是因此你沉默不语我们也就是那样的看著赤裸的风在追逐某个没有呼吸却存在的东西风和生命有着杂而微妙的关系深植在我们心中如一半边被咬去半边腐烂的苹果此岛在我们到达前是无名岛我们想忘记所有的名字,包括我们自己的但又想记住某些名字我们已从那逝去已久的日子里从糖衣包裹着的生命里从那因受创而变得更铁石心肠之心慢慢恢复过来九重葛，一个女子说正当我握你手之际悲伤犹如此花在秋季凋零无形的气味钻入大地如同一位老人从木头里雕刻出一只象没有回忆没有情感没有眼睛在一片被人遗忘遥远的干燥土地的小屋面前有人称之为家乡有人称之为乌有地 III 我们回来后坐在阳台上你说有天阳台也会死去我们一边畅饮一边思考哀痛的阳台如何死於哀恸我们因死亡而沉默的畅饮无声中只长驻一声叹息！而后我们回房与午后的阳光一同翻云覆雨一切发生如斯只缘你如此说？是否一切都应你所说而这样发生？那是我们最后一次看到那阳台每年夏天你仍雕刻着石头直到叶子从颤抖的树上飘然落下宛如被遗弃的男人游荡过闹市宛如一只死去的大象跟自己嘀咕关于一些他失去的东西一些非关生命的东西一些比生命还大的东西一定是这样子，我已记不清了！

Memory Of A Distant Land

遥地之忆