A Phone Call From Dalian: Selected Poetry of Han Dong

4. I Hear Cups

8 我听见杯子 这时，我听见杯子 一连串美妙的声音 单调而独立 最清醒的时刻 强大或微弱 城市，在它光明的核心 需要这样一些光芒 安放在桌上 需要一些投影 医好他们的创伤 水的波动，烟的飘散 他们习惯于夜晚的姿势 清新可爱，依然 是他们的本钱 依然有百分之一的希望 使他们度过纯洁的一生 真正的黑暗在远方吼叫 可杯子依然响起 清脆，激越 被握在手中 9 I Hear Cups At this moment, I hear cups A series of exquisite sounds Monotonous, detached At their clearest Formidable or faint The city, at its brilliant core Needs some of this luster Placed on a table Some shadows are needed To heal their wounds The undulation of water, the dispersal of smoke They’re used to the night’s postures Purity and charm Are still their estate They still have a one percent hope To lead a pure life In the distance true darkness howls But the cup still chimes Clearly, intensely Held in a hand (1987) ...