snowynight

◎诗人的愤怒 文/ 未雪

原本以为
他们只在纸页上抗争
那种愤怒多少有点单薄
和弱不禁风
当权者笑了，有钱人笑了：
让他们去疯吧
喊声苍白一如他们的脸色
其实他们内心有一团小小的火焰
怎么都吹不灭
火焰里有顾城的黑眼睛
还有海子的春天
总有一天午夜
所有人会在北岛致命一枪中惊醒
那倒挂在树上的
会是谁呢？

◎Poets’ Indignations by No Snowfalls tr. Lush Greenness

Previously I thought
They made a vigorous stand to resist only on paper sheets.
Their indignation sounded more or less feeble and
Too weak to stand any windy disturbances.
Those in power laughed, and the men of wealth mocked:
“Let them go crazy.”
Their voiced opinions looked just as pale as their complexions.
Actually in their inner hearts do exist balls of tiny flames, which
Won’t be blown out by anything on earth.
Within the blazing lights turn up Gu Cheng’s black eyes,
And Hai Zi’s spring seasons as well.
Some day at midnight
Everybody is startled up by Bei Dao’s fatal gunshot.
That a person is hung dangling upside down from the tree
Who is it?