诗人簡介：
李樂仁是一位出生於不列顛哥倫比亞省列治文市的華裔加拿大作家和詩人。她以優異成績獲得英國文學學士學位，並輔修亞洲研究，同時也是不列顛哥倫比亞大學創意寫作碩士。她最近獲得的榮譽包括創意寫作領域的 Gratias Vobis Ago 獎、塞西莉亞·拉蒙特詩歌文學獎、Drama One 戲劇公司的優秀獎，以及劇本創作領域的 Paetzold 獎學金。目前，她擔任華裔加拿大作家協會英文祕書和理事，同時也是白石和素里作家協會的統籌專員和理事。特詩歌文學獎、“Drama One”戲劇公司的優秀獎，以及劇本創作領域的“Paetzold”獎學金。目前，她擔任華裔加拿大作家協會董事會祕書，並擔任白巖和薩里作傢俱樂部的協調員。
Short Bio:
Raine Lee is a Chinese-Canadian writer born in Richmond, B.C. She received her B.A. in English Literature with distinction and a minor in Asian Studies, as well as an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from UBC. Her most recent accolades include the Gratias Vobis Ago Award in Creative Writing, the Cecilia Lamont Literary Award in Poetry, the Merit Award from Drama One Theatre Company, and the Paetzold Fellowship for playwriting. She currently serves as the Secretary of the Board of Directors of the Chinese Canadian Writers’ Association and as the Coordinator for the White Rock and Surrey Writers’ Club.
已讀不回
作者：李樂仁
我，
我多麼希望不是這樣。
你發的抖⾳，我開了，沒看︔
你轉的新聞，是政治，不看︔
你反覆貼的舊照，我多麼，多麼想
忘。
我，
我多麼希望可以不是這樣，
可以像你想要的
⼀起聊天，
信你所說的：
盡了⼀切的⼒。
我也像你，
想和你聯繫，
若不是因為
不知道
你又要唱哪齣戲。
但，
我想我知道為何
你離我⽽去，
所以持續往來，
想，
又何必。
但，
若不介意
已讀不回，
不妨還可
繼續來信，
若你還願意
不妨今⽇，
若你還有意，
雖知
再無來⽇。
Like Mango Mousse Often Is
BRRRIIINNNGGG BRRRIIINNNGGG! The school bell pulled me
from my bed,
poking my eardrums awake.
Mummy hugged me and patted my head,
her sharp and pointy nails running through my knotted hair.
Her hand is soft and cold, as she stroked me on my arm.
Oreo crumbs around my mouth,
I walked into the classroom
and sat right on the carpet
along with the others
around the teacher,
where she read to us
then had us sing,
“Canada in My Pocket.”
Later, I went to the cloakroom
and put on my favourite red Garfield jacket to go out for recess.
I walked around and around the sandy field,
seeing some
boys play soccer and some
girls beneath the slides and some
others on the monkey bars
and the gravel playing grounders.
I walked a little more
to the grassy hills beyond the field
and from there I saw some playing four square,
and over on the swings,
some were upside down,
and in a circle there,
I heard them clap and sing,
“Stella Ella Ola, Clap, clap, clap,”
as I nosedived into the dried grass
freshly cut
to see if the cuttings left behind
would bury me.
At lunch, I walked down the hallway,
breathing in the scent of the
old woodsy-smelling building
blowing through the vents
that were left constantly running
never left to rest.
I snuck inside the library to
the corner with the
patchwork beanbag
and sunk into it with a scholastic magazine,
imagining the stationery
I could buy.
After school, I smelled the herbs simmering in a ceramic pot
atop the coil stove
that was left on until dinner time.
A dark brothy mixture that poured out from the spout,
which Mummy drank and gave me a small bowl of.
I pinched my nose and downed it, but the
bitterness stayed in my mouth.
I opened the fridge and found a Coke to wash it down
when she was not looking
and the water was running.
As I chattered to Mummy about my
teacher’s runny nose, the
boy who ate dirt at break, the
older boy from the mansion down the street who
broke down when the supervisor took away the
old tire he had found, and how the
girl who I barely knew
for once
did not yank on my hair,
she listened quite attentively as she washed my lunch box and
cut up apples for me to eat.
Then she said she had gone to the bakery earlier that day,
and did not forget to get my favourite dessert.
Having devoured it,
all is gone —
looking back,
just like mango mousse
often is
Translation: Ocean Lee, Raine Lee
rise through fall
into autumn may we fall,
no longer driven up the wall.
frosted flakes render grey,
all exist to melt away.
in the sky, clouds do cry,
muddled so, can’t answer why.
a flower hitherto in bloom,
as petals do now wither, too,
like name doth fade and fall away,
as leaves do, too, before they fray.
the colours flicker like the flame,
alas, they go out all the same.
the wind howls on right through the pine,
and gales of thoughts stir what was fine.
branches chip like senses slip,
unfettered soon to brave the nip.
yet lying down, we feel the breeze,
at last, we seem to rest at ease.
drifting through the seasons’ care,
perhaps, in time, all shall be fair.
till maytide’s blessings flow our way,
will we see the light of day.
in resting here, we render stay,
becoming now the middle way,
where blooms be nigh, and spirits high,
the land they till is we who die;
on embers of our raging fall,
upon which they shall grow up tall,
and, like us, come to feel a call
to join the dance from spring to fall,
and learn, in stride, to take a fall,
on and on for one and a
翻譯：海洋、樂仁
春秋
秋殤似已落
無⼒可回春
薄霜若⽩髮
欲存終幻化
雲在空中泣
意迷⼼茫茫
花海昔展顏
花瓣今憔悴
似名淡飄零
如葉漸次朽
燭光五彩悠
不覺滅深秋
呼嘯⽽過松林風
塵埃瀰漫雜念空
枝椏遍地六塵斷
靜安解脫莫悸寒
臥睡持道⾃微風
終究無礙⼼性通
世紀輾轉四季中
歲⽉揭曉是否公
歷春⽢露飲⾃來
再次舉頭望天藍
於此安息源逗留
順⽽成為道中道
苗奮發且靈⾃清
身體髮膚歸原形
紅塵時落⽕成燼
鐵扇頓揮又成形
⽣⽣不息念再⽣
起舞弄影復春秋
輪迴無恐喜⾃來
世世⽣⽣庸⼈道
away we go
empty shallows
caverns hold,
in the shadows
of the soul
hazy maze
in vision holds,
thorns and petals
to behold
sunday morning
glory boasts,
in the sunlight
dewdrops glow
seashells in the sand
withhold
all the tunes
of oceans old
water flows
where rivers go,
from the heavens
to the throes
midnight mountains
stars aglow,
to the meadows
down below
changing colours
wind ablow,
in the ripples
gone below
empty hallows
taverns sold,
in the fallows
entered cold
