Song of the Clock
(Shortlisted for The Flushing Poetry Festive in the U.S. in 2019)
By Jing Yu
Translated by Frank Zhao
You and I used to resemble
A clock’s second hand
Gear biting gear
With skipping strides
Breathlessly
Running after the minute hand
We also used to resemble
A clock’s minute hand
Excited to go so fast
But so fatigued by its burden
It left its soul behind
In the end
We will be like the hour hand
Sharing a place
On a natal chart
Watching everyone race against time
As it charges toward them
But
In the hands of destiny
Mechanically
It comes to a stop
Except for the tick tock sound
I forget what else
We’ll be able to revisit
時鍾之歌
文/靜語
你我
曾像秒針
齒輪咬合著齒輪
三步並作兩步
喘息地
向著分針狂奔
我們
也曾像分針
在高速中亢奮
也在負荷的疲憊裏
甩下了靈魂
最後
我們會像時針
在同一個
人生命盤裏
看大家爭分奪秒地
衝向你
卻在
命運之手中
機械地
停擺
除了嘀嗒聲
忘了還有什麽
可以重溫
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