Ma Wenxiu丨The Line 10 Beijing Metro at 10 at night(Two poems)

Tr.by Lu Daofu     2021-03-15
摘要: The author is a member of the Chinese Writers Association.Director of Editorial Department of yzs.com.

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The Line 10 Beijing Metro at 10 at night


——By MA Wenxiu

      Translated by LU Daofu

 

A weary middle-aged , swept over

the Beijing Metro lines at night. Very slowly

a solitary fatalist wondered along a dream river,

trying to cover all junctions of his stories behind.

 

As busy as bees , the Line 10 of Beijing Metro

filled up with the sardines packed- like ones, the dream drifters---

just began their-rush-hour at 10 at night. The sleepy young fellow

fought hard endlessly in the metropolis ,  being a backbone of families.

Tears flowed heartily, but fragrant smell enveloped their beloved parents.

 

Sitting in the Beijing Metro,the dream drifters quietly

buried their homesick tales under feet.The further, the better.

Oh, it might be either helpful to break the chain inside from afar,

or just let oneself be a gust of wind, or together with a wild goose

a kind of nostalgia tenderness overflowed with the mind.

The boundless seasons will be forever gone

for a way back-home until a rise of a golden, bright sun.



The Final Tahiti of Paul Gauguin


——By MA Wenxiu

      Translated by LU Daofu

 

The rich color in the heart,

the hustle and bustle of the world here and there

Nothing could be matched to a vagrant life from afar.  Leaving alone

his wife and son, for an exotic atmosphere of the primitive island. Gradually

his unrestrained coursing blood began to melt into surfs in the end.

Gulping everything down, and the final cries of his kinsfolk---

by means of determining to sail across the Pacific, thus would be

simplified into a thatched cottage, the Wild Rugosa Rose , and the voluptuous women.

 The more primitive desire he has, the more affinity he will be to the respiration.

Whatever happens, he is trying very hard to

capture anther shadow in Marquessas beyond a remote place. Even if

he can finish his paintings with a few deft strokes of the willfulness brush. Even if

layers of rich colors look like those victorious team back home,

the sound of bone laceration can still be quietly heard with no fear.


——————

Ma Wenxiu is a member of the Chinese Writers Association.Director of Editorial Department of yzs.com.


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