On Writing

By Kuan Sun

All the papers, just the most real, sexiest skin
Nibs touch them gently, feel clouds extending
You're reading, coding with unlimited memory

All the pens, just tongues, eyes, noses, and ears...
You drink the sound of morning light, smell the softness of rain
giving the laughter a lick, hearkening to the silent night
Waking up, your autumn that memories filled with, sea in wrinkles
you're decoding the particles and interstellar discourse

Me, myself, and the universe become integrated reasoning with you
You are, therefore I am.  Even if I don't occur, or just leave
To be or not to be, but time flies! You are.

translated by Chen Zihong

书写

孙宽

各种纸都是最真实，最性感的皮肤
笔尖轻轻触摸它，抚慰它，感受云亘
你阅读我，你玄密地编程，你有无限的内存

每一种笔都是舌头，都是眼睛、鼻子、耳朵……
你啜饮晨曦微醉的声音，闻着雨丝温暖的柔软
舔一舔笑声的华丽，聆听馨香静默的夜
你盛满记忆的秋天，皱纹里的海，慢慢醒来
你破译一切，粒子的密码，星际间的话语

我和自己，我和宇宙万物，因你而密切合一
有你我才存在，即使我不存在，或离去
我死我生，白驹过隙，是你