记得你去年秋天的模样

 I Remember As You Were in the Last Autumn

 (in Loving Memory of John Robert Glennie) 

by Hui L Glennie 

©H.L.Glennie 

 (Written on September 29th, 2026)

 

I remember you as you were in the last autumn:

White shirt, beige khaki pants 

Soft curly hair surrounded by the golden hue from the Autumn Sun.

Steering the wheel with left hand, you waved goodbye to me with right hand.

Then your eyes moved away, gazing forwards afar.

I air-kissed your profile from distance as you drove away; 

Seeing beyond your eyes, 

The sky clear without clouds but only the color of blue

 

After minutes and many hours, we joined together in the digital world

From the two ends of the Earth, chatting and laughing,

Combing through each other's happenstance since 

along with our longings 

For each other from pieces and bits of what we miss 

 

Then came the autumn typhoon lingering to stay

For 48 hours burning our hearts into anxiety 

Finally, I heard your voice again

In cheerful mood we looked forward to being united 

The digital reading showed: in five days 

 

The rings tore the quiet night sky

The digit spoke out: only four hours had passed since our last talk

In a daze, I crossed two continents ……

 

You were quietly asleep there 

Digits surrounded you

But hid the key of the only 24 hours remaining

 

A sleepless night

From time to time I whispered to let you know how much I missed you

 

The morning came; 

In serene moments,

I read for you the three of your favorite poems by Robert Frost:

'The Road Not Taken', you liked it by telling me with your moving eyelids

'Stopping by Woods on A Snowy Evening', you seemed not to care

'Nothing Gold Can Stay', your eyelids were lightened up again. 

 

Afternoon, the sound of people, footsteps and paper flipping,

My whispering voice, soaked in tear glands, mingled with

Your eyelids: flickering slightly, turning red, then full of tears

Flowing from your eye corners, 

The tears of yours, mine, and ours,

Converged in our hearts on this late autumn day,

Carved in the last autumn: Our eternity of this life 

 

Outside window, the autumn leaves in light purple, deep red and golden

In wind had slowly and gradually fallen 

In the clear and cool air Wind drove us

Wave by wave the sound of rustling wind

Telling the moments of our rendezvous 

Recalling in memory of our shared life 

Ah! Remember, 

I remember you as you were in the last autumn --

 

 记得你去年秋天的模样

by Hui L Glennie 

©H.L.Glennie 

(写于2026年9月29日）

 

记得你去年秋天的模样

白色衬衫，米色卡其裤

柔鬈的头发上环照着秋阳的金光

左手握着方向盘，右手挥舞向我告别

移离的目光凝视前方

你驾车渐渐驶离时我向你的侧影抛出了飞吻

顺着你的目光望尽

碧空如洗，万里无云，惟有一片蓝。 

几十分钟、几十个小时后……

我们在数字世界中重逢

我们相会于地球的两端

谈笑间

细述各自的零零总总

和一点一滴汇成的思念

 

秋日持续的台风季降临

燃烧成你我48小时的焦灼

终于，你的声音再现

我们在欢欣中期待相见

数字显示：还剩五天

 

铃声撕破寂静的夜空

数字说：才四小时之前我们刚通过话

恍惚间，我跨越了洲际……

 

你静静地在那里安眠

数字环绕着你

却隐去了只剩24小时这一关键

 

一夜无眠

不时向你倾诉我无尽的思念

 

早晨来临;

    静谧时分，

为你读了你最喜欢的弗洛斯特三首诗:

未择之路，你用眼睑告诉我：你喜欢

雪夜停留林中，你似乎没有共鸣

天赋金逝因果存，你的眼睑重燃生机。

 

午时，人声脚步声纸张翻动声

我浸润在泪腺中的耳语声

与你微微闪动、变红和盈满热泪的眼睑呼应

你眼角中渗出了热泪，你的与我的，我们共同的，

在这深秋之日交汇于心

刻下去年秋天

今生的永远

 窗外，淡紫浓红金黄的秋叶

在风中缓缓落下

清冷的空气中

风驾驭着我们

阵阵飒飒声浪

倾诉着我们相遇的时光

洄漾着我们共同的一生

啊！记得，记得你

去年秋天的模样--

英诗汉译：乌托邦

  

乌托邦

（波兰）维斯瓦娃   · 辛波斯卡作

汉译 H. L. Glennie 

©H.L.Glennie

 

万事一目了然地清晰。

你的脚下是坚实的土壤。

 

能够提供通道的唯有那些路。

树丛在佐证的重量下放下身段弯腰屈膝。

 

合理推测之树在此生长

自古以来树枝就被理顺

 

理解之树笔直而简单地炫舞，

弹跳出的芽苗被命名为“我明白了。”

 

林木越深，远景越浩瀚；

“显然之谷”。

 

假如有任何疑问出现，那阵风就立刻摧毁它们。

 

回声打搅了未被召集的那些

起劲地解释世界的奥秘。

 

右边是一个洞穴，那里涵义躺着撒谎。

 

左边是深信湖。

真理从湖底喷薄而出。

 

不可撼动的确信在深谷上空成塔。

塔顶提供了万事精髓的卓越视像。

 

即便它具备所有这些魅力，这岛却没人居住，

沙滩上零零落落有些模糊的脚印

无一例外都朝向大海 。

 

好像在这你能做的只是离开

永不再来，一头扎进深度。

 

进入深不可测的生涯。 

 

 

Utopia

by Wislawa Szymborska 

 

Island where all becomes clear.
Solid ground beneath your feet.

The only roads are those that offer access.

Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.

The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here
with branches disentangled since time immermorial.

The Tree of Understanding, dazzling straight and simple.
sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It.

The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:
the Valley of Obviously.

If any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly.

Echoes stir unsummoned
and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds.

On the right a cave where Meaning lies.

On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction.
Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.

Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley.
Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things.

For all its charms, the island is uninhabited,
and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches
turn without exception to the sea.

As if all you can do here is leave
and plunge, never to return, into the depths.

Into unfathomable life.

英诗汉译：丽塔与来福枪

 

丽塔与来福枪  

马哈穆德。达尔威希 (巴勒斯坦）作 

H. L. Glennie 汉译 ©H.L.Glennie

 

在我和丽塔的双目之间

有一把来福枪

所有认识丽塔的人

都会对那双蜜色眼睛透露出的神性

下跪膜拜 

丽塔年轻时

我亲吻过她

我记得她怎样走近我

记得我的双臂如何盖住那最可爱的辫子 

我记得丽塔

宛如麻雀记得它的溪流

啊， 丽塔

我俩之间有百万个麻雀和影像

无数个前世今生中的每一个相遇

都遭到来福枪的扫射 

丽塔的名字是我口中的盛宴

丽塔的玉体是我血中的婚礼

我迷失于丽塔整整两年

两年里她安眠于我臂弯

举着最美之杯 

我们立下誓言

在我们双唇的佳酿上我们炽燃

由此我们获得重生

啊，丽塔！ 

除了一两个瞌睡或蜜色的云彩

有什么能在来福枪前让我的目光移离你的？

曾几何时

哦，暮色沉静

我的月亮在那个早晨移往远方

通向那双蜜色眼睛 

城市清扫了所有歌唱者 

其中有丽塔

在丽塔与我之间--

是一把来福枪 

 Translated by ©H.L.Glennie

 

Rita and The Rifle 

by Mahmoud Darwish

 

Between Rita and my eyes
There is a rifle
And whoever knows Rita
Kneels and prays
To the divinity in those honey-colored eyes.
And I kissed Rita
When she was young
And I remember how she approached
And how my arm covered the loveliest of braids.
And I remember Rita
The way a sparrow remembers its stream
Ah, Rita
Between us there are a million sparrows and images
And many a rendezvous
Fired at by a rifle.
Rita's name was a feast in my mouth
Rita's body was a wedding in my blood
And I was lost in Rita for two years
And for two years she slept on my arm
And we made promises
Over the most beautiful of cups
And we burned in the wine of our lips
And we were born again
Ah, Rita!
What before this rifle could have turned my eyes from yours
Except a nap or two or honey-colored clouds?
Once upon a time
Oh, the silence of dusk
In the morning my moon migrated to a far place
Towards those honey-colored eyes
And the city swept away all the singers
And Rita.
Between Rita and my eyes—
A rifle.

 

达尔威希生于1941年3月13日，于2008年8月9日在美国休斯敦去世。他是巴勒斯坦最著名的现代诗人，可谓巴勒斯坦国的发言人。这首诗是他最著名的代表作，根据他年轻时与以色列犹太舞蹈家Tamar Ben-Ami 相爱的亲身经历而作，也是阿拉伯世界最脍炙人口的爱情诗。此诗充满隐喻和对决，那种禁忌的爱情在不可能与可能之间、暴力与美好之间、国家的风暴与个人最隐秘的情感之间如何面对冲突而碰撞与对决。温柔的爱在这种复杂的外部条件下不得不让步于横扫一切的战争风云，两者不得不最终分离，各自回归自己的族类，凛冽而悲伤的终局。达尔威希后来成为巴拉斯坦国首脑的撰稿人和国家诗人，丽塔的原型 Tamar Ben-Ami后来成为一名成功的舞蹈家和舞型设计师，定居于德国，于2026年初去世。

 

读者之所以对此诗有共鸣，不仅仅是限于国家的框架，这也适用于任何客观环境导致的禁忌之爱。在此诗中诗人也引用了圣经诗篇中的典故将他们的恋情升华到一种神性的圣洁高度，比如，“我记得丽塔  宛如麻雀记得它的溪流“，此句来自诗经中两首诗篇的典故，寓意麻雀作为最卑微的族类也能在上帝那里找到归宿（诗篇84:3）， 更何况人类，而溪流的典故来自诗篇42:1， 寓意绝望的人们精神上对上帝的渴望犹如鹿儿渴望溪流那样。即使在最不可能发生爱情的环境中，人们依然渴望精神与情感的寄托，由此也进一步显示外部环境力量的摧毁性和破坏性。

 

 

 

Binglingual Poem：To This Day (致今日）

 

To This Day 

 

Written on December 30th, 2025

by Hui L. Glennie

It was a happy day, filled with

roses, Champagne, vows and songs

back in yesteryear.

 

Every year on This Day, 

hand in hand, we versed the scene into beautiful lines.

 

Between now and then,  as we were weaving our 38th,

youth faded into gray,  and you set the sail,

crossing over to the other shore.

Assiduously I carve each of these lines into the twilight sky.

 

Now This Day becomes shore and seas of nightingales.

It is an exaltation, dream, and remembrance

merged into the ultimate love in melodic cadence - 

 

致今日

 

那是一个幸福的日子，盛满了

玫瑰、香槟、誓言与歌声

回首望去那是往昔的定格。

 

每一年的今天，

我们手把手，将这景象化成美丽的诗行。

 

在这段年华里，正当我们编织起我们的第38行，

青春的色彩已经褪化成灰白，你扬起了风帆，

渡向彼岸。

我呕心沥血将这一行行刻入暮色空茫。

 

如今这一天已经成为夜莺之岸与海。

那是升华、梦幻和记忆

以尾音间断的旋律瀑布融汇成终极之爱—

 

 

英诗汉译：祈祷探戈 （Prayer to Tango）

 

祈祷探戈：

by Fernanda Ghi

Translated by Hui L. Glennie

 

哦，至爱的探戈，

相遇者的音乐，

游走之魂拥抱那些内心装满了故事的抵达者。

 

你由移民收养，

透过你的旋律和步子，

你留住记忆，悲伤和梦幻。

 

他们称呼你“探戈”，

是阿根廷让你找到了你的神坛，

它由文化、静默与激情的屡屡之线构成。

你在每一个拥抱中，

在每一个凝视下，

在每一个灵魂呼吸的暂停里，

化为肌肤。

 

有一天，你渴望生长壮大，

向世界展示你并非只属于一个民族

而是属于全人类。

你登上一架飞机，

纽约带着懵懂赋予你掌声。

日本带着恭敬的沉默聆听你的音乐

之后与你共舞。

 

你在舞馆，咖啡厅，教堂等地繁衍——

在任何有值得迈步之地，你曾现身。

你庆祝，变革，

有时全心投入，

有时不屑放弃。

你被化成马拉松舞会，化成奇异精妙的表演，

变成商品……

穿着华丽的盛装，或平民市井装束，

分展出不同风格，

组合成各种顺序，

被推入舞艺竞技。

 

问我自己，

探戈，是什么令你

在进入一个人的肌体和心灵时，

赋予一种难以抑制的力量？

 

你拨弄自我意识。

你让人们相信他们独一无二，是天选之人，

只为与你相近咫尺。

一个无名小卒成为一个一流大师，

一个组织者，一个唱片骑士，一个资深大佬……

要想忘掉这些，

一个人必须改变：

必须做好准备，必须学习，必须活在其中——

而这需要时间……

有时需要一生。

 

探戈，

是什么让你

令人如此深深陶醉？

是什么让你令人感到如此强有力， 如此特别？ 

 

一如既往，

我爱你。

我不断地研究你。

你总是不断给我带来惊喜。

 

你的力量巨大无边。

你的疆域永无止境。

你的明智如生命本身那般清晰可见。

 

你来此教会我们脆弱，

虔诚，

尊敬。

你把我们带回自身，

让素昧平生者通过肢体进行神圣的连接 。

你提醒我们大家都能归属于同一 ，

只要我们全身心投入

我们就能成为真正的人。

 

至爱的探戈，

或许三十多年后，

或许到那时，我能说：

我懂你。 

 

 阿门。

 

 

 

Prayer to Tango:

 

Oh beloved Tango,

music of encounters,

wandering soul that embraced those who arrived with hearts full of stories.

You were adopted by the immigrant,

and through your melodies and your steps,

you held memories, sorrows, and dreams.

 

They called you “Tango,”

and it was in Argentina where you found your altar,

woven with threads of culture, silence, and passion.

You became flesh in every embrace,

in every gaze held,

in every pause where the soul breathes.

And one day, you longed to grow,

to show the world you belong not to one nation

but to all of humanity.

You boarded a plane,

and New York applauded you without understanding.

Japan listened to your music in reverent silence

and later, danced with you.

You multiplied in studios, cafés, churches—

anywhere there was a worthy floor, you appeared.

You were celebrated, transformed,

at times with devotion,

at times with disregard.

You were made into marathons, into spectacles, into merchandise…

Dressed in luxury and in street clothes.

Divided into styles,

organized into sequences,

pushed into competition.

And I ask myself,

what is it about you, Tango,

that when you enter a body or a mind,

you grant a power that cannot be contained?

You play with egos.

You make them believe they are unique, chosen,

just for having you near.

A nobody becomes a maestro,

an organizer, a DJ, a guru…

and forgets that to be,

one must become:

to prepare, to study, to live—

and that takes time…

sometimes, a lifetime.

Tango,

what is it that you give,

that intoxicates so deeply?

What do you offer that makes someone feel so empowered, so special?

And still,

I love you.

I keep studying you.

You never cease to surprise me.

Your power is immense.

Your reach, infinite.

Your wisdom… as visible as life itself.

You came to teach us vulnerability,

devotion,

respect.

You brought us back to our bodies,

to sacred physical contact with a stranger.

You reminded us that we are all one,

and that only when we give ourselves fully

do we become truly human.

Beloved Tango,

perhaps in thirty more years,

perhaps then, I’ll be able to say:

I understand you.

Amen.

 

 ( The jungle make me feel inspired , from the time doing the Tango inmersión in Costa Rica 

作者按：丛林激发了我的灵感，当时我正在哥斯达黎加从事探戈沉浸之业。)

 

英诗汉译：Tango Poem 探戈之诗

 

我梦见一个人人懂得如何拥抱的世界，

不仅仅是臂弯交织，更是灵魂相融 -

是两场风暴之间的屏息静止

将沉默化为音乐。 

 

在那迈步之前的神圣暂停里，

我看见宇宙做出的决定

摇曳翩舞而非崩塌毁灭。

无词。无战。只有呼吸

宛如故友间分享的面包。

 

如此优雅的恩典呀 -

用心胸聆听，

用脊梁说话，

献身不为征服

只为圣仪般的融合。

 

我们走步，不为到达，

只为感受相互的平衡。

我们转身，不为逃离，

只为发现我们依然相拥。 

 

既无首领也无随从-

惟有不断的放手

丢弃那幻觉中的掌控

 

我梦见一个人人懂得如何拥抱的世界，

在那里渴望的痛楚

融入相持相拥着双方重心的欢悦，

两个素昧平生者可以忘记一切

惟感永不分离的天长地久。 

 

 

 Hui L. Glennie 译自德米特里。布洛诺夫斯基所作《探戈之尊：探索探戈中的相通、感知及其意义》

 

 I dream of a world where people know how to embrace.

Not merely arms entwined, but soul to soul—

A stillness between two storms

where silence becomes music.

 

In that sacred pause before the step,

I see the universe decide

to sway instead of shatter.

No words. No war. Only breath

shared like bread between old friends.

 

What grace it is—

to listen with the chest,

to speak with the spine,

to offer the body not for conquest

but for communion.

 

We walk, not to arrive,

but to feel each other’s balance.

We turn, not to flee,

but to discover we are still held.

 

There is no lead, no follow—

only the constant giving up

of the illusion of control.

 

I dream of a world where people know how to embrace.

Where the ache of longing

melts into the joy of weight,

and two strangers can forget

they were ever separate.

Dimitris Bronowski, author of 'Tangofulness: Exploring connection, awareness and meaning in tango'.

自嘲

自嘲

 

我在屏幕和框框里流转

乡屋被笼罩在纸环间无法动弹。

 

U字母里，乌与尤在交替互换

对付不了自家的纸事，

却依然可做屏幕战略大师

在溅满人血的时空里激扬电子江山

感恩分分秒秒

所信的幸福意欢

Self Mocking

I am running around between screen and frames

My little house is locked within rings of paper clouds.

In the letter U, Woo and U are alternating back and forth

Unable to deal with own household paper chores 

still can act in screen as strategic gurus:

Key in electronic Borders in blood-filled time and space

Made to believe with gratitude in each second and minute for

the perceived happiness