ChiCheng Hsu

Writer at SCT ltd co.

The Sound of Father’s Cough Hsu ChiCheng

The sound of Father’s cough
Like an iron hammer, upon recalling
Strikes on the iron panel of my heart
Leaving wounds large or small

The sound of Father’s cough
Again like arrows, one by one
Shot
In the house, yard, and field

Now, he is no more
But the sound of Father’s cough
Still like an iron hammer, upon recalling
Strikes on the iron panel of my heart

Now, he is no more
Still like arrows, one by one
Shot on the wounds large or small in those years
Which have not yet scabbed

World of Poets 2014/1/10

Panayiota Ryall said:

中文原詩如后:

     父親的咳嗽聲    許其正

父親的咳嗽聲

如鐵鎚，一記記

敲擊在我心的板壁上

留下或大或小的傷口

父親的咳嗽聲

又如箭簇，一支支

投射在

家屋、庭院、田野

現在，他雖已不在

父親的咳嗽聲

卻仍如鐵鎚，一記記

敲擊在我心的板壁上

現在，他雖已不在

卻仍如箭簇，一支支

投射在那些當年留下的

或大或小尚未結痂的傷口