At ten minutes into the year a ghostly
kangaroo stood in the road in the lights of our car and looked over its
shoulder into this dazzling apparition floating towards it, and it turned back
into the path of the light now upon it, its grey self smooth, unknowing,
detailed and ready to go back that way across our path to the ones in the dark
that will know its smell, its breath, its way of nuzzling into the warmth of
the earth as we glided beyond it following our lit up world to a corner of it
where we could put our heads down and dream of other places we somehow
mysteriously keep arriving at.
A conversation in poetry involves a bunch of poets and fellow travellers (e.g. painters, photographers, translators) in an informal conversation taking the form of the work itself; that is, people respond in kind to each other’s creative efforts.
Kevin Brophy's ＂Kangaroo＂translated into Chinese
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還有十分鐘，就是新年，路上立著一只鬼鬼祟祟的袋鼠，被我们的车灯照著，它扭頭看向这个正朝它飄過去，刺眼的幻影，接著又轉身走上亮著光的路，它身上光滑的灰，無知，精細，它准备好穿過路面回歸黑暗中的事物，它們懂得它的氣味，它的呼吸，它在溫暖土地中擦蹭的樣子，而我們在明亮的世界里輕駛過它身邊，去往一个角落，在那裡我们低下頭，梦想著那些說不定就會不可思議抵達的地方。
(Tr. Cui Yuwei)
It looks beautiful!
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