【作者简介】红韵（本名陈红韵，另一笔名为寄北）江西临川人。毕业于上海第二军医大学（MD）和加拿大新布朗威克大学（PhD）。她于1981年开始写作，其散文、诗歌、和短篇小说散见于中英文媒体和数十本选集里；专辑有《你知道怎么爱吗？》等；数篇作品在北美获奖。她于1991年开始做中译英或英译中的翻译，翻译作品包括《贫民窟的百万富翁》、《中国情怀》等；2021年获法拉盛诗歌节翻译佳作奖。
《旅行后的审判》
文及英译/红韵
双语诵读/朗辰
昨晚，
我，一个老练的赶路人，
在登机口的眼皮底下，
把自己睡成一摊泥。
5:44的航班，5:40睁眼。
世界只肯吐出一行骨灰——
门，已，关。
罗马的穹顶，马耳他的蓝，
两千年的石头哑巴——
全部输给一场十五分钟的瞌睡。
我拎着登山包
像拎着刚刚画押的囚犯。
航司说，九点四十。
不杀你，只让你在椅子上
熬成一座老钟。
我终于承认
自己不是什么老江湖。
所谓资深旅游达人
不过是个还没误过机的人。
温哥华在深夜十一点四十八分
重新把我捡起来。
月亮挂在树枝间，
一枚缓刑章，没有责骂的唇印。
码头深深打盹，
船靠着船，
一群游倦的白鲸，
终于游回了自己的骨头。
“以后不许独自远游。”
盼星星盼月亮的那个人勒令。
天亮了。
我习惯性站在窗前，
看见树、海、桥，
还有潮湿的空气
从窗缝里漏进——
真甜。
偷着乐吧：
连自己都能弄丢的人，
还能被世界
像捡一枚熟透的果子那样，
轻轻放回篮子。
The Tribunal After Travel
By Hongyun
Last night,
I—an old hand at wandering—
fell asleep beneath the very eyelids
of the departure gate,
dissolving into a puddle of mud.
A 5:44 flight.
Eyes wide at 5:40.
The world spat out only a single line of ashes:
Gate. Closed.
Rome’s domes, Malta’s blue,
two thousand years of mute stone—
all utterly defeated
by a fifteen-minute nap.
I lugged my hiking bag
like a prisoner
fresh from signing his confession.
The airline said: 9:40.
Not an execution—
just a sentence to sit on a chair
until I withered into an old clock.
At last I admitted
I was no seasoned drifter.
A "veteran traveler"
is merely someone
who hasn't yet missed a flight.
At 11:48 that night,
Vancouver picked me up again.
The moon hung among the branches,
a badge of suspended sentence,
bearing no kiss of blame.
The harbor dozed deeply.
Boats leaned against boats—
a pod of weary white whales
finally swimming back
into their own bones.
"No more traveling alone,"
decreed the one
who had wished upon stars and moons
for my return.
Morning arrived.
As always, I stood by the window
and saw trees, sea, bridges,
and the damp air
leaking through the cracks—
so sweet.
Go ahead and smile to yourself.
A person capable
of misplacing even herself
could still be gathered by the world
like a fully ripened fruit,
and gently placed back
into the basket.
【朗诵者简介】朗辰：
配音朗诵发童声，外企经年美硕成。
久伴太极修身骨，退休寻梦会诗朋。
同研雅韵开心乐，共把清吟寄此
