Both of us
Please think again, think carefully
We should be more than just friends
If you use friendship to weigh those days
It's better to simply forget each other
It's better to carve your palm prints on the quicksand
Since the last time the rapeseed flowers were as dazzling as gold everywhere
bloom
The rebellious dog's pupils are swollen and blood-red
Since the last long night I was deeply stung by a siren
We both have been clumsily covering up what happened.
You are convinced that I will strictly guard the secret you buried under the ginkgo tree
Although nothing born of woman can kill you
But there is no need to emphasize that nothingness has always been you
Lithograph Motif
My knuckles are deformed from the weight
Wisteria, green snake and my braid
tightly entangled
Be careful not to soil your cassocks
Looking forward to every month in July
You like boating on rough water
Praise the moon unrestrainedly
And I would rather point the way forward
Insensitive buildings
Get out of the way, don't block our moonlight
from: Marc Chagall
Introduction to the poet
Chen Jianli
The driving force for writing poetry has been suppressed and scrutinized several times, and it becomes unstoppable. It was summoned by the ancient saints and sages, and now it begins to prepare for the summons. It is ignited by drama and ignites drama. It battles with the image over and over again and then rushes to freedom together. It blooms into language and melts its ice in order to awaken it.
Yes, write poetry.
Editor's Note
I am ashamed to define the relationship between you and me. All I can say is that we are more than just friends.
The past is heavy, sinking at the bottom of the black lake that has lost its blue, waiting for fermentation, degeneration, transpiration, and sublimation. What I smell is not just the single smell of friendship.
We have witnessed the most gorgeous scenery together and experienced the wildest escape together. I give you my most deadly loyalty, and you give me your most heart-wrenching trust.
Until my death, I will carry your darkest secrets; until my death, you will kill all the unbearable enemies for me.
The two of us have such a tacit understanding that the various forms transformed by the use of magic have already been understood by each other without the need for words.
I am the pen you use when creating printing plates, and you are the staff I use when traveling through mountains and rivers. If you hold me, all things will dance and be born like a dragon. If I hold you, the world will be conquered by you and me in the ups and downs of my feet.
With you by my side, I will never have the moonlight to myself.
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English Version
The two of us
Ponder once more, do think it through
More than just friends, me and you.
If mere camaraderie defines our days
Let's forget, go our separate ways.
Or inscribe our palms on shifting sands
Since the last golden bloom o'er lands.
Rebel canines, with pupils in angry hue
Since sirens pierced nights and through.
We've clumsily masked our chance rendezvous
You believe the secrets 'neath ginkgo, I keep for you.
Though no mortal can threaten or harm you, 'tis true
Yet emptiness has always been the motif you drew.
My fingers warp from burdens they keep
Wisteria, serpents, and braids, they entwine deep.
Beware, lest your robes by my closeness are stained
At full moon in July, your fondness remained.
You'd row 'cross restless waters, praising the night's glow
While I'd rather direct at the numb structures below
"Move aside, do not shadow the moonlight we know."
from: Marc Chagall
Deutsche Version
Wir beide
Bitte denk nach, denk genau nach
Wir sollten mehr als Freunde sein.
Wenn du die Tage mit Freundschaft misst
Besser wir vergessen uns ganz.
Besser im fließenden Sand unsere Handlinien zu gravieren
Seit dem letzten Mal, das Rapsfeld so golden strahlte
Die rebellischen Hunde mit blutroten Augen.
Seit der letzten langen Nacht, tief durch den Alarm gestochen
Haben wir uns stümperhaft vor diesem Treffen versteckt.
Du bist sicher, dass ich dein Geheimnis unter dem Ginkgo bewahren werde
Obwohl kein Kind einer Frau dich töten kann
Betonen, dass die Leere immer dein Hauptthema war.
Meine Fingerknöchel verformen sich unter der Last
Wisteria, grüne Schlange und mein Zopf sind eng verflochten.
Vorsicht, beschmutze nicht deine Robe
Wenn der Vollmond im Juli kommt
Liebst du es, auf den unruhigen Gewässern zu fahren
Den Mond unverhohlen zu loben
Aber ich bevorzuge es, auf die gefühllosen Gebäude vor uns zu zeigen
Weg da, blockiere nicht unser Mondlicht.
from: Marc Chagall
Version française
Nous Deux
Pense encore, pense bien profond
Ne sommes-nous que simples amis au-delà?
Si tu mesures nos jours en amitié fond
Mieux vaut nous oublier, c'est la loi.
Grave plutôt nos lignes de main dans le sable
Depuis le dernier champ de colza étincelant
Les yeux rouges des chiens, en rébellion s'établent
Depuis la dernière nuit, par sirènes percée tant.
Nous avons caché maladroitement cette rencontre
Tu es sûr que je garderai ton secret sous le ginkgo
Aucun né de femme ne pourrait te surmonter, en montre
Mais nul besoin de dire que le néant est ton écho.
Mes doigts se déforment sous le poids, en torsion
Le wistéria, le serpent vert, mes tresses sont entrelacés
Attention, ne tache pas ton robe sacrée, en vision
Chaque pleine lune de juillet, tu aimes naviguer.
Sur des eaux agitées, louant la lune, sans retenue
Moi, je préfère montrer les bâtiments insensibles
Dégagez-vous, ne bloquez pas notre lune, vue continue.
from: Marc Chagall