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Jimu Langge

Ninety-nine Lines

A child said to another child
I have ninety-nine lines
This was the reason I sat down
I wasn’t interested in the lines
but in ninety-nine
Ninety-nine is an attitude
Ninety-nine wrote this poem
In my native village, it ceased to be
an ordinary number long ago

I grew up in ninety-nine
My feelings are bound to ninety-nine
One child and another
they made ninety-nine into ninety-nine
They don’t understand
the ninety-nine mountains and rivers
behind the language
Ninety-nine is quite pretentious
Inheritance and enhancement, enthusiasm and melancholy
everything given to ninety-nine
Only children (those two)
move straight to a hundred

I push open the door and see ninety-nine
sleep and dream ninety-nine
Ninety-nine
is in the end only this inertia
It consumes my bravery
Breaking away from it brings me to the edge of the abyss
One child and another
finished this poem
I decide to jump

九十九个球

九十九个球

一个小孩对一个小孩说
我有九十九个球
这是让我坐下来的原因
我感兴趣的不是球
而是九十九
九十九是一种态度
九十九写下这首诗
在我的家乡,它
早已不是一个数

我在九十九中成长
抒情也离不开九十九
一个小孩和一个小孩
他们把九十九变成了九十九
他们还不明白
九十九座山九十九条河
在语言的后面
九十九相当傲慢
继承与发扬,激情和忧郁
一切交给九十九
只有小孩(那两个)
直接到了一百

我推开门看见九十九
睡觉梦见九十九
九十九
说到底就是这个堕性
它消耗着我的勇气
摆脱它使我如临深渊
一个小孩和一个小孩
写完这首诗
我决定跳下来
Jimu Langge

Jimu Langge

(China, 1963)

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九十九个球

一个小孩对一个小孩说
我有九十九个球
这是让我坐下来的原因
我感兴趣的不是球
而是九十九
九十九是一种态度
九十九写下这首诗
在我的家乡,它
早已不是一个数

我在九十九中成长
抒情也离不开九十九
一个小孩和一个小孩
他们把九十九变成了九十九
他们还不明白
九十九座山九十九条河
在语言的后面
九十九相当傲慢
继承与发扬,激情和忧郁
一切交给九十九
只有小孩(那两个)
直接到了一百

我推开门看见九十九
睡觉梦见九十九
九十九
说到底就是这个堕性
它消耗着我的勇气
摆脱它使我如临深渊
一个小孩和一个小孩
写完这首诗
我决定跳下来

Ninety-nine Lines

A child said to another child
I have ninety-nine lines
This was the reason I sat down
I wasn’t interested in the lines
but in ninety-nine
Ninety-nine is an attitude
Ninety-nine wrote this poem
In my native village, it ceased to be
an ordinary number long ago

I grew up in ninety-nine
My feelings are bound to ninety-nine
One child and another
they made ninety-nine into ninety-nine
They don’t understand
the ninety-nine mountains and rivers
behind the language
Ninety-nine is quite pretentious
Inheritance and enhancement, enthusiasm and melancholy
everything given to ninety-nine
Only children (those two)
move straight to a hundred

I push open the door and see ninety-nine
sleep and dream ninety-nine
Ninety-nine
is in the end only this inertia
It consumes my bravery
Breaking away from it brings me to the edge of the abyss
One child and another
finished this poem
I decide to jump

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