时值诗月，4月5日幸接美国著名诗人Catfish McDaris 来函邀请我参加由另一著名诗人 Dr Michael Anthony Ingram 教授主持、基于华府名叫 The DC Poetry Project的网上诗话电台的节目，因为口笨容易紧张（一紧张更是耳背口笨），从小内向的我犹豫了几天才终于下决心参予，现暂选三首诗（见贴如下），到时先朗诵中文，再用英文朗诵。时逢母亲节不远，我想用这个方式向我母亲表示感念孝敬之心，同时也算是华人有声吧。

节目名称：诗学的力量（The Power of Poetics)

具体时间：4月29日美东时间晚8点整（西部时间下午5点整）

相关连接：http://www.meetup.com/DC-Poetry-Project

http://dcpoetryproject.org/

今天又接 Catfish 来讯希望我和我的幼子袁青一同参加节目，并希望我日后做一次特邀主持人主持一次电台节目。这实在让我为难，我生性特怕抛头露面，尤不善言辞，一辈子没有类似的经验。眼下虽然还没有作最后决定，但我想极力怂恿幼子参予，为了他“露露脸”，我多半会接受这个挑战的。

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移民

为从你母语的豪强逻辑

逃出生天

你徘徊，再徘徊

穿越地球的长度和宽度

将你的旧我，交付于另一种语法

另一整套对你的嘴唇和笔尖

都很陌生的语法规则

从而扩展你心灵的地图

远远超出家庭和避风港

然而，在此期间，它却成为

这个所选语言一切令人费解之

悖论的殖民地，例如：

快沙流可能会很慢

拳击圈实是方形

而几内亚豚既不是猪

也不是来自几内亚

一如你和我

Immigration

To escape from the tyrannical logic 
Of your mother tongue 
You wandered, wandering 
Through earth’s length and breadth 
Subjecting your old self to another syntax 
A whole set of grammatical rules 
Strangely new to your lips and tips 
To expand the map of your mind 
Far beyond your home and haven 
Yet in the meantime it becomes colonized 
By all the puzzling paradoxes 
Of this chosen language, for example: 
Quicksand can be very slow 
Boxing rings are in fact square 
And a guinea pig is neither a pig 
Nor is it from Guinea 
Like you or me

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写于母亲节：献给刘瑜

不是等您走了之后

再为了纪念您而写诗

我现在所写的，亲爱的妈妈

是我对您，地球上生命力

最强者之一的崇高敬意

是的，在您许许多多的的死亡经历中

对我个人（和我的儿子们）最最重要的

莫过于您两岁时的病痛，如此严重

以致您贫穷而无知的养母

只好无奈地把您摊放在一个簸箕里

把您活生生的尸体送回给您的生母

要不是您的继父，用他那萨满技能

遏制住邪恶的精神，并把它逼到一个未知

角落里，你会像一棵树苗注定凋落

（这就是为什么您的乳名改为“捡儿”）

因此，好好的，妈妈，请为我们保持顽强的生命！

On Mother’s Day: for Liu Yu

Rather than composing poetry
To commemorate you after you are gone
I am now writing, dear Mom
To pay my highest tribute to you
As one of the hardest-fated on earth

Yes, among the many death experiences you’ve had
The most significant one for me (and my sons)
Was your sickness you suffered at two, which was so
Severe that your poor and ignorant foster mother
Could do nothing but put you on a flat basket
And return your living corpse to your bio-creator

But for your step father, who used his shamanic skills
To contain the evil spirit and drive it to an unknown
Corner, you would have died like a doomed sapling
(That’s why your name is changed to ‘Refound’)

So, stay well, Mom, and remain hardy for us!

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最后一卖

你早已卖光

所有的汗珠和血浆

现在，尽管无人问津

你也要卖掉自己的心脏

有的人嫌你的血不够红

有的不满意你偏窄的心房

还有的认为你的冠状脈

沾满过多的情伤

你沿街叫卖，四处流浪

一颗心还是那么鲜活

在手中不停跳动

就像青蛙一样

你渴望能换来一杯清水

润润你冒烟的嗓音

这样，你便不必出卖你的灵魂

就像市场上其他小贩那样

贪得无厌，又铁石心肠

Single Last Sale

You’ve long since sold out

Both your sweat and blood

Now you try to sell your heart

Though nobody wants it

Some say the blood is not red enough

Others find the chambers too narrow

Still others think the coronary arteries

Stained with too many feelings

You peddle around, chanting aloud

From street to street

With your heart still fresh

Beating like a frog in your hands

You hope to sell it for a glass of water

Just to cool down your burning voice

So you do not have to sell your soul

Like all other hawkers in the market

Well satiated, but hardly heart-felt

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