参赛选章I实验翻译奖诗歌原文

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Don Paterson 

I am Sleepy

From my troubles, now, and for some light relief 

confuse the Seven Dwarfs and the Stages of Grief.

O here’s Denial, shaking his wee head  

like he doesn’t know the girl’s as good as dead.

Ten Maxims 

I

Read a poem slow enough 

With vigilance and care

And you’ll discover lots of stuff 

that really isn’t there

II

In the country of the two-eyed, it’s the same: 

The one-eye’d man still has the better aim.

III

On his deathbed, much too late, a voice came from afar

And sang that line he’d once heard in a film, or in a bar:

No one will ever love you for everything you are

IV

And then did God make man and woman – bless! –

For company. Ironic, wouldn’t you say?

Someone might have told him neediness 

Is no one’s most attractive quality.

V

He stole your brilliant plan?

Just steal it back again!

As a trumpet’s how you toot it

an idea’s how you put it. 

VI

A poet for a friend?

As far as they’re concerned         

all you represent’s

an inconvenience

standing in the way

of a decent elegy.

VII

Even in Kyoto, 

as he said in his haiku, 

Basho was still longing for Kyoto;

but I don’t suppose that Basho 

really could’ve had a clue 

that all of us are longing for Kyoto.  

VIII

Don’t forget her, son, 

heartbroken as you are;

it’s a waste of a good wound 

to heal without a scar.

IX

As mass structures space

so death structures time:

gently, from afar;

but were your ship to land

so you might try to stand 

upon its cratered face, 

you could not tell apart

the ticking and the chime

X

The poet takes his pen     

And settles down to write 

in the fullness of the dawn  

like it’s the dead of night.

Sophie Collins 

ABOUT THE BODY AND LIKENESS

A response to a retrospective of the work of Lee Bul

x)

It all begins in the gut

where shards (indigestible)

tear open the walls. When blood spills

there is no mess. There is no bodily mess

save in tumefactive sludge

I would like to doze off inside this gleaming basophil

regular vibrations relaxing proprioception 

as we glide

past a fragment of bone sunk in plasma

the spectacle of lymphocytes

deeply staining, eccentric

x)

Erection of countless town models. The dogged work of preservation 

supersedes embodiment. Men’s corpses are embalmed

made up for display

while women who wish to live

must gain the written endorsement 

of their male companions

Medical records, like mutating cells, are subject to damage

may be lost or copied twice

x)

A lauded teacher of letters once made a drawing of a cephalopod

for his students. Women, jabbing 

he said, are more like this. More like this 

than men are

by which he meant to say,

Nothing happens to me

x) 

Octopuses eat their own limbs when chronically understimulated

What is frightening about this body 

is its justicial disregard

Jen Hadfield

Stone Poem

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