Poem
Yan Jun
March 30
1.
The birches have no leaves
in winter they emit their own light
From the place of thousands of dirt mounds
following the prints of mountain goats straight to the riverbank
the wind blows the trash and the rocks
Like this, the moon rests behind the mountain
2.
The crows on the opposite bank have eaten everything that can be eaten
flying swirling
getting lost in the snowflakes
These black shards
white shards land together on the lake
Repeating what they can repeat
Until the river the mountainside the farmers
freeze and become as big as a palm.
© Translation: 2011, Ao Wang and Eleanor Goodman
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2011
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2011
30 MAART
1de witte abelen zijn kaal
in de winter geven ze licht
van honderdduizend heuvels zand
langs de hoefsporen van de geiten helemaal tot aan de oever van de rivier
waait de wind over het vuilnis en de stenen
en blijft de maan maar achter de berg hangen
2
kraaien aan de overkant hebben opgegeten wat eetbaar was
zijn weggevlogen al rondcirkelend
in de sneeuwvlokken verdwenen
deze zwarte snippers
witte snippers vallen samen op de rivier
herhalen wat ze kunnen herhalen
helemaal tot aan de rivier, de heuvel, de boeren
bevroren een klont zo groot als de palm van een hand
© Vertaling: 2011, Audrey Heijns
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
© 2005, Yan Jun
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March 30
1.
The birches have no leaves
in winter they emit their own light
From the place of thousands of dirt mounds
following the prints of mountain goats straight to the riverbank
the wind blows the trash and the rocks
Like this, the moon rests behind the mountain
2.
The crows on the opposite bank have eaten everything that can be eaten
flying swirling
getting lost in the snowflakes
These black shards
white shards land together on the lake
Repeating what they can repeat
Until the river the mountainside the farmers
freeze and become as big as a palm.
© 2011, Ao Wang and Eleanor Goodman
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
March 30
1.
The birches have no leaves
in winter they emit their own light
From the place of thousands of dirt mounds
following the prints of mountain goats straight to the riverbank
the wind blows the trash and the rocks
Like this, the moon rests behind the mountain
2.
The crows on the opposite bank have eaten everything that can be eaten
flying swirling
getting lost in the snowflakes
These black shards
white shards land together on the lake
Repeating what they can repeat
Until the river the mountainside the farmers
freeze and become as big as a palm.
© 2011, Ao Wang and Eleanor Goodman
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
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