《桥》| 双一
你从彼岸俯身，脚跟钉于泥土
脊背，赤裸皲裂，却掮起尘世的流离
画地的手指，插入河堤，接住此岸的徘徊
干涸的唇，吻住砾石，千年如一日，静默地等候
潮水泛滥，拍打着层叠的控诉，夹着碎石与污秽
要溢过你肩头，冲去客居的旅者
然而，你拱起身躯，任狂流穿过，划伤你的肋
以鞠躬的形状，化作地上的虹
座成，这恒久纪念的，远古誓言
2016/02/17
The Bridge
by Shuang Yi
You bow down from the other side, heels rooted in earth
Your back is naked and chapped but carries all the world's drifters
The fingers, once drew on the ground, now insert into the banks to catch the roamers on this side
Dry lips kisses the rocks, waiting in silence, thousand years like a single day
The tidal waves fiercely rushing, carrying gravels and filth, roaring with tons of accusations
Intending to overtop your shoulder and wash away the travelers
But you arch up your body, letting the stormy waves through, leaving your ribs scarred
The bowing posture turns into a rainbow on the ground
An ancient oath, to be solemnly kept, for ever and ever
