Donald Revell
唐纳德-瑞沃
 Donald Revell is a Professor of English at the University of Utah. Twice winner of the PEN Center USA Award for Poetry, he has also won the Academy of American Poets’ Lenore Marshall Prize and is a former fellow of the Ingram Merrill and Guggenheim Foundations. Additionally, he has twice been granted fellowships in poetry from the National Endowment for the Arts. Former editor-in-chief of Denver Quarterly, he now serves as poetry editor of Colorado Review. Revell lives in the desert south of Las Vegas with his wife and two children.
唐纳德-瑞沃是美国犹他大学的英语教授。他曾两次荣获美国笔会颁发的诗歌奖，也是美国诗人学会马歇尔奖的获得者，并且还是美国梅里尔基金会和美国古根海姆基金会的老会员。另外，全国艺术捐赠基金会曾两次给他颁发诗歌奖学金。他曾是《丹佛季刊》的主编，目前担任《科罗拉多评论》的诗编辑。瑞沃与妻子以及两个孩子住在内华达州拉斯维加斯市漠南。
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Translator
老哈
Mario Li
老哈，原名李小庆，1960年生于中国成都，现定居美国内华达，以读诗、译诗、写诗为人生趣事。
Poet and translator. Under Chinese pen name Laoha, he translates and writes poems both in English and Chinese. He was born in China in 1960 and now lives in Northern Nevada, USA.
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Sha-
Dow,
As of
A meteor
At mid-
Day: it goes
From there.
A perfect circle falls
Onto white imperfections.
(Consider the black road,
How it seems white the entire
Length of a sunshine day.)
Or I could say
Shadows and mirage
Compensate the world,
Completing its changes
With no change.
In the morning after a storm,
We used brooms. Out front,
There was broken glass to collect.
In the backyard, the sand
Was covered with transparent wings.
The insects could not use them in the wind
And so abandoned them. Why
Hadn't the wings scattered? Why
Did they lie so stilly where they'd dropped?
It can only be the wind passed through them.
Jealous lover,
Your desire
Passes the same way.
And jealous earth,
There is a shadow you cannot keep
To yourself alone.
At midday,
My soul wants only to go
The black road which is the white road.
I'm not needed
Like wings in a storm,
And God is the storm.
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阴
影，
就象
大白天里
落陨石，
这还只是个
开始。
一个完美的圈掉落
在洁白的不完美上。
(去想一想那黑路吧，
阳光灿烂的一整天里，
它看上去发白的样子。)
或者我可以说，
阴影和幻景
补偿着世界，
在没有任何变化当中，
它的变化就已完成。
一场风暴后的早晨，
扫帚有用。屋前，
有碎玻璃得捡起来。
后院，沙土上面
覆盖着透明的翅膀。
在风中的昆虫用不上翅膀，
就放弃了他们。为什么
翅膀没有四处飞扬？为什么
他们掉下后就静止不动？
风一定是穿他们而过。
嫉妒的情人，
你的欲望
以同样的方式而过。
嫉妒的地球，
有一个阴影
不是你所能独有。
在大白天里，
我的灵魂只想去
那是白路的黑路。
像风暴中的翅膀那样
我不被需要。
而上帝就是那风暴。
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The god is how many
bridges and automobiles
cut off mid-sentence
in the effect of style?
Weak and eerie
with distance like all
magic, scattered,
commingled and gone,
the god persists in
the singing before
the syringes of waking.
He is the pause endlessly.
He breaks the tree,
and it waits to fall.
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上帝是有多少
桥梁和汽车
受风格的影响
在句中被卡断？
远远看来微弱又可怕
如同所有的魔幻
打碎了又捏上
然后凭空消失，
上帝坚持
在苏醒注射器面前
放声高歌。
他是无穷无尽的暂停。
他砍树，
树等着倒下。
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Bending with the sky
Small meadows of dry
Adapted grasses
Eat fire from the wind
Fire is what wind has
One forgiveness
Liberates two
The desert blooms
More forgiveness
Bending with the sky
There is no real life
Without a new heart
Flourishing on fire
Heart is what fire has
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顺天势折腰
一片干枯的草地上
适势的小草
吞吐着借助风威的火焰
风有的是火
一次宽容
释放出第二次
沙漠绽放宽容
更加壮观
顺天势折腰
要在火上繁荣
真实的生命非得有
一颗崭新的心
心有的是火
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