新  大  陆  诗  双  月 刊
1999年6月第52期

中诗英译

周正光诗三首		Sunny Chow's poems

translated from the Chinese by Jianqing Zheng and Angela Ball

	Secluded Life　幽居 

Keep all this outdoors:
violence, pollution, economic recession,
utility bills, medical insurance, urgent tax returns,
and three thousand worldly concerns.

My house is small,
but big enough for a calender painting

and, needless to say,
a book of Tang poetry is bedside.
Thirsty for wine, I'll take the gourd off the painting
and walk in misty drizzle
to Apricot Village.*

*Apricot Village is famous for wine-making.

	Burden　包袱 

Cast it to any corner,
you cast the whole Bastille,
your body becomes a feather
floating over flowers,
              on mellow wine,
              and in poetic rhymes,
then somersault white clouds
to slide on and on with a stream among ravines.

Oh, it's salty.
I look up to see
my white-haired mother is all tears.

“Well, I'll shoulder it again,
just like always.”
	
Road　路 

Everything ruled
bears no single misstep.
Mama holds me to walk,
teacher guides me to walk,
life pushes me to walk,
people watch me walk.
Ok, let me walk.

Ahead of me, only haze,
no signs of road,
nothing smooth or rugged,
bright or dark,
I must walk all by myself.