411.诗歌 双语

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8 棋局

宇宙也打翻成一只棋盘： 
星星的炮火、骑士和王后。 
两只单独的手 
就决定了所有的公转和陨落。 

总是要输的， 
哪怕他们的指纹 
曾经相遇；像一个人的白昼 
撞倒了另一个人的黑夜。 

都站在八乘八的网格天空—— 
铁丝网。天体的棋子 直立如影子： 
不死的蜡烛——无人明火 
墓碑的树林——没有葬礼 

终于（互相）砍倒了。 
所有的枝干。 
只剩一个国王静默； 
树桩飘出挽歌的夜。

The GameCosmos knocked over into a chessboard: 
stellar gunfire, knight, queen. 
Two lone hands 
alone puppet orbital revolution and meteor impact. 

It's a losing game,
though their fingerprints
once touched; one's daylight 
striking over another's night-dark. 

Stationed in a sky gridded eight by eight—— 
barbed wire. Celestial pieces erect as shadow: 
an undying candle——no fires lit 
a forest of gravestones——no funerals held 

At last they cut (each other) down. 
All the branches. 
A king left silent; 
Out the tree trunk flutters a night: an elegy. 

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