Poem for a Chance Meeting

By Kuan Sun

Seawater spreading from my eyes, feathers growing inside
while I smiled, I heard the stone petting me, balmily

I smelled flowers kissing my sticky skin, tenderly
It's the flower-but-not, your pulse I'm familiar with

All night you reading me, I think to you every day
Mountains between us, we just listening to each other

What wine does the moon drink tonight? You asked
With it, a piece of cheese goes, cut with a sickle. I guessed
drunk raindrops as well. They ain’t no your stars dotted around?

translated by Chen Zihong

邂逅诗

孙宽

我笑着，眼睛长出海，情绪生出羽毛
我听见石头抚摸我，它有温度

我闻到鲜花轻吻我湿润的皮肤，它有心温存
这是花非花的世界，你有我熟悉的脉搏

你漏夜阅读我，我想象你
我们就这样隔着重山，聆听彼此的气息

你问，月亮今晚喝的什么酒？
我猜一定有奶酪，那是镰刀割下的一小牙
还有雨滴里的醉，不是你落下的星星吗？