作者：Lien Chao（趙廉）
Bilingual Poems Selected from A Pebble on the Beach
沙灘上的卵石：英漢兩語詩歌
Lien Chao
趙廉
1.清晨屬於大海
大海從搖蕩的夢中醒來
彎彎曲曲的海岸，潮漲潮落，
海浪演奏著大海的樂章，不斷地
改變天空和沙灘之間的情結
沙雀不停步地在海灘上留下腳印
執著地來回走動，感動目擊者
大海溫和地湧了進來，擦掉腳印，
抹平沙灘，彷彿這裡不曾有過任何足跡
海鷗駕著鹹味的風，聲嘶力竭地
呼叫，開啟了大海一天的喧囂
有些鳥兒一個猛子扎進洶湧的波濤
堅硬的喙，無力撥動大海的旋律
我緩緩地步入大海，雙手為漿，
自由自在地漂浮在溫暖的海面上
忽然一個渤湧的浪尖，把我高高地舉起
酣暢淋漓地, 讓我品嚐了苦澀有餘的大海
中文2017年8月28日
Chinese poem August 28, 2017
Morning Belongs to the Ocean
Ocean wakes up from a tumbling dream,
seashores zigzagging, tides high and low,
playing an oceanic symphony, transforming
the sphere between the sky and the beach
sandpipers continue to make footprints
walking persistently, overwhelming the onlooker,
ocean pushes in gently, erasing all lines
as if nothing has ever happened on the beach
riding the salty wind, gulls cry aloud, piercing and
screaming,a harsh pitch in the morning symphony,
some birds bravely dive into the tidal waves,
sharp-beaked,fail to disturb ocean’s melody
I walk into the ocean, paddling slowly,
to float atop the warm waves, relaxing,
only to be lifted up into a total wetness
fora good taste of the bitter, salty ocean
On the Florida Beaches with Virginia
Drafted then and there, summer 2005
Edited on August 8, 2017
2. 沙灘上的卵石
在海邊拾起一塊卵石
光滑，石質，握力好
又看見一枚閃光的貝殼
半露半掩地埋在黃沙裡
卵石從我的手中滑落
我毫不猶豫地去拾
那片大海送來的貝殼
無意中，把卵石踩進沙裡
潮汐如千軍萬馬奔騰而至
我放下貝殼，好似一葉扁舟
停泊在沙灘上。我揮動雙手
一步步地走向大海的深處
踏浪，蹦浪，當我和浪花一起升出水面的時候，
我吃驚地看見：海鷗在我頭頂上盤旋，頗有俯沖之勢
瞬間, 我頓悟一個亞里斯多德靈感: “散開！”
我發出鳥兒般歇斯底里的尖叫:“我不是魚！”
中文2017年8月28日
Chinese poem August 28, 2017
A Pebble on the Beach
Picking up a pebble on the beach
smooth,stony, and a good grip
I see a shell, glittering in the sand
half-buried,and half revealing
dropping the pebble, almost instantly
I seem to favour the shell from the sea
without giving a second thought,
when I step on the pebble, accidentally
tides rush in like galloping horses
I leave the shell face up, like a tiny boat
mooring on the beach. Waving my hands
in the air, I wade into the depths of the sea
jumping,splashing, when I rise up with the waves,
surprised I see, gulls are hovering over my head, ready
to plunge. Suddenly, I hit an Aristotelian inspiration—
“Scatter!”I scream with an avian hysteria, “I am not a fish!”
December 26, 2013
(At home on Boxing Day, pondering on causality)
Edited on August 11,Oct. 22, 2017
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