Poetry Quarterly

Editor-in-Chief:
Yidan Han

王柏霜 Boshuang Wang 1962年生。就读厦门大学中文系期间任《采贝》诗社主编。曾在《飞天》、《厦门文学》、菲律宾《世界日报》、《华侨大学报》等十多家刊物发表诗歌和散文。现供职于福建省某政府机关。 Born in 1962. He was the editor-in-chief of Caibei—the poetry journal of Xiamen University during his studies at the Chinese Department. He has published poetry and non-fiction in over a dozen poetry journals and newspapers—Feitian, Xiamen Literature, World News (Philippines). He lives in Fuzhou and works for Fujian government in China.		译者 Translator 影云 Ying Yun

孤掌		A Single Hand
一昼的天空显得很高天堂鸟在风中高唱地狱之歌一座孤独的桥被凄婉的黑暗所围困一支破碎的帆在一盏孤灯里飘摇此时　你孤掌难鸣摊开手掌无数桥上过客的身姿起舞翻手无云覆手无雨黑夜里看不见那流淌的河流向何方而你的船在河中搁浅此时，守夜人独自睡去昏死的天地无人看守二将双手擎起一片雷声远近皆是一种无根浮萍随风四处漂游随雨八方流淌你伸开五指就一片喧嚣蹈之舞之以歌者的韵律弹破三弦三弦的余音锯断眼中的风筝纸鸢如雁归去空旷的苍穹不留回声此刻你已明白孤掌难鸣知音是自己的影子或跫音在天与地之间和你一唱一和三眼中的枯木已将春天遗忘弱柳枝条无力撑起天空冰寒之河是凝固的泪落满寒鸦的屋脊亦是一个僵硬的传说你独对天空无语凝噎闲云是无根之雨而野鹤而野鹤是独来独往的你整个十二时辰你无动于衷那是游魂未归黑森林丛生将一声呐喊凭空切断四为自己喝一声倒彩　你倾听多年的露水　打湿苍凉在握的手掌心那个世界很小又很大纵横风云交织日月却握不住一把岁月如梭如风沙漏尽更迷的千言万语始终无奈即使将将五指曲成坐禅一般的山峰无论如何　你的目光同样无法逾越		1. The sky of Day seems very high Birds of Paradise in the wind singing the song of hell A lonely bridge Besieged by the plaintive darkness A broken sail Shaking in a lonely lamp Now, you cannot clap with a single hand Spreading your palms Numerous passing travelers dancing on the bridge Turning your palm: cloudless Turning back: rainless In the dark you cannot see Where the river flows Your boat mooring in the river When the night watcher is in dreams by himself No one guards the drowsy sky and earth 2. Holding up the thunder with your hands Far and near: rootless duckweed Drifting with wind Flowing with rain You spread all your fingers Dancing against the noise Breaking with a singer’s rhythm of Sanxian, Whose lingering sound Saws the kite in your eyes Torn paper flying away like geese Empty firmament Does not hold an echo Now, you know that one hand cannot clap Your bosom friend is your own shadow or sound of your footsteps Between sky and earth Singing with you 3. Withered trees in your eyes have forgotten spring Hands of weak willow cannot lift sky up A freezing river is a drop of frozen tear A roof crowded with winter crows Is another frozen myth Facing the sky, you are wordless Drifting cloud is rain rootless Yet a wild crane A wild crane is you, self-determining For twelve hours you have been motionless Waiting for the straying soul to return Black forest grows thick Cutting a cry against emptiness 4. Booing for yourself, you Listen to aged dews that wet Your palm holding the desolate The world is small yet large Where wind and cloud loom Sun and moon interweave But it cannot keep time from flying away Like wind and sand Leaking out the perplexing words Without choice Even you are going to bend your fingers Into mountains meditating You still cannot See through

孤掌

A Single Hand