《春展 2 》__ 羅伯特‧哈斯 江紹倫譯
Robert Hass
A man says lilacs against white houses, two sparrows, one streaked, in a thinning birch, and can’t find his way to a sentence.
有人說像白屋前的紫丁香兩隻麻雀
迷失在樺木林間不識句子
In order to be respectable, Thorstein Veblen said, desperate in Palo Alto, a thing must be wasteful, i.e., “a selective adaptation of forms to the end of conspicuous waste.”
泰斯汀華布蘭說在高樹名城人們必須濫用
即是說造形必須展示明顯的廢棄 Continue reading
下馬飲君酒 問君何所之
君言不得意 歸臥南山陲
但去莫複問 白雲無盡時
《Parting》 Wang Wei 江紹倫譯
Dismounted I drink with you
Enquiring what lies in view
You say things are not according to will
You are retiring in the South Hill
I’ll ask no further you just be gone
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Visit the Legendary Peach Blossom Valley (in parts) tr. by SL Kong
漁舟逐水愛山春 兩岸桃花夾古津
The fishing boat follows the river into the mountains in spring
On both banks peach blossoms shine in timeless sprints
坐看紅樹不知遠 行盡青溪忽值人
Watching the flaming trees from the boat he knows not the distance
Reaching the end of the stream he has met no human instance
山口潛行始隈隩 山開曠望旋平陸
A narrow cavern leads the stream through a lonely way
Where the cliffs part a plain stretches far on a shinny day
遙看一處攢雲樹 近入千家散花竹
In the distant grove giant trees appear like hanging clouds
Nearby a thousand homes stand amid bamboo flowers
(樵客初傳漢姓名 居人未改秦衣服 居人共住武陵源 還從物外起田園) Continue reading
《Golden Dress》 Anonymous (Tang Dynasty)
translated by SL Kong
Love not the luxury of the golden dress
Treasure dearly your youthful years
Gather sweet blossoms as they appear
Wait not to pick branches flowers disappeared
農曆癸巳年十日初五(2013.11.07)立冬
Winter (1) tr.by SL Kong; calligraphy by T.C.Lai
斜日低山片月高，睡余行药绕江郊。
霜风捣尽千林叶，闲倚筇枝数鹳巢。
The setting sun lowers the hills so the moon could hang high
After my nap I stroll around the river banks my spirit delight
Frosty winds have stripped trees in a thousand woods bare
Leaning on my staff I count how many heron’s nests are there
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秋日田园杂兴 (8)
新筑场泥镜面平
家家打稻趁霜晴
笑歌声里轻雷动
一夜连枷响到明
Autumn (8) translated by SL Kong; calligraphy by T.C. Lai
On the newly paved yard smooth as a mirror
All families thresh the harvest grains in frosty fine weather
Singing and laughing the joy rambles like gentle thunder
The rhythmic frail beats go on until dawn without hinder
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In Praise of Autumn
A season you are
Not like any other
Golden leaves lingering on trees
Ready to mix with other colours to please
Wonders in your cloudless sky eternally shine
Bounty melons fruits and corn witness farmers’ pride
Where sheep and cattle graze meadows are left bare
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Visiting West Lake in Spring 
Lone Hill north looks on the Jia Pavilion east
Beneath low clouds the lake water brims at ease
On the sun-warmed trees orioles compete to trill
With mud in beak to where goes the swallow
Seeing so many flowers my eyes are dazzled
On the short grass soft banks horse hooves show
How can I stroll the east bank enough I love so
Under green willow shades the White Sand Dyke glows
Tune: Eternal Pining 
As the BianRiver slowly flows
So is the Si River chattily goes
They reach the ancient dock at Gua Zhou
The distant hills in the south mark my sorrows
My longings continue to show
So do my complaints endlessly go
They will cease whence my love returns to me
Now I stand alone on moonlit balcony
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I watch at the park a girl of five or four
Hands outstretched she jumps repeatedly to catch a hanging ball
The autumn morning sun is shining ever so soft
It warms and encourages the girl to jump more and more
Sitting nearby her mother is concerned her daughter may fall
She calls her to stop the jumps once for all
Nearby an old man mutters as the mother tells the girl her fun was ample
‘Tis not the ball but the reaching the man continues with his mumbles
A Faithful Widow__Meng Jiao (751-814)
Plane trees of different genders grow old together
Mandarin ducks live and die in pairs a wonder
A faithful wife stands ready to die sacrificial
Life lost is accepted as natural
My heart is still as water in an old well
It has no possible ripples to tell