Stroll like A Bee in Spring

　　　　　　　　　　　By Wu Jing-Dong


He sees again
the hoarse, circulatory arc.
At the east side of the column, his arrowhead
is like a puff of warm air pressing into the soil; butterflies leap up and down,
trying to rub off their spots of death on the petals,and succeed in finding
the sugar-coat of wrapping the electron.Two or three persons,twice or thrice
go by two or three railway-bridges over Jialing River;
while the massive bridge-pier forms a right-angle with that person' recollection,
a certain man goes dark.
At back of the Gold Company which has ruptured, birds
and trees have become buddies, green grasses are flirting with sunlight.
Does this spring belong to somebody else? No!--
Now a man living in the beeline and firewater
have dissolved fleetly in the loose Rape flowers by the roadside.

　　　　　　2007.4.16

printed in Daseinism Poetry Annual,2007.



武靖东《象蜜蜂一样去春游》

他再次看见
嘶哑的、循环的弧形。
在那圆柱东侧,他的箭头
像压入泥土的一股热气，蝶翅蹿来蹿去，
企图在花瓣上蹭掉死亡的色斑，
找到包裹电子的糖衣。两三个人，两三次
走过宝城铁路的两三座横跨嘉陵江的铁桥，
粗大的桥墩与那人的回忆垂直的时刻，
有人发黑。
破裂的黄金公司后面，鸟儿
早和树林子混上了，青草和阳光，动手动脚。
这春天是别人的吗？不是！——
一个在直线和烈酒中度日的汉子，
已经速溶于路边散漫的菜花。

　　　　　　2007.4.16

选自《此在主义诗歌年刊，2007年卷》