A
Rendezvous
---by Bai Hua
---trans.by Li Fukang
After a
hundred million years, you eventually find the one awaiting,
me
(Assigned by whom),
I come to sing
of your obscure life.
When alive, you'd often think you
were young, and death was a thing of
others
Possible? I, a
farmer at the Xin’an River would
be beheaded like poet Xie
Lingyun?
Looking back startled, calm down, and open the book, let's read
Borges:
"This
summer, I'll be fifty, and death is wearing me
out, ceaselessly."
Or, Ah, to put
it another way, "...I wish I were dead when born."
As the wind is after trees, it is also after alleys and iron
bridges...After the rider
On the silver
horse.
Wind blowing
the ears, death picks him right from the wind
horses.
Feb.8, 2014
一亿年后，你总算等到了一个人，我
（又被谁指使），要来歌唱你无人识得的一生。
活着的时候，你总感觉自己年轻，死是别人的事情
可能吗，我，一个新安江的农民，会像谢灵运那样被斩首？
惊回头，安静下来，翻开书，我们一块来读博尔赫斯：
“今年夏天，我将五十岁了，死亡消磨着我，永不停息。”
或者，唉，怎么说呢，“……但愿我生来就已死去。”
因为风不仅仅在寻找树，它也在寻找弄堂与铁桥……
寻找银马上的骑手；风过耳，那死神一眼就把他从风马中选出。
2014年2月8日
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