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著者悠莉亚‧费多奇克

出版者出版社：香港中文大学订阅出版社新书快讯新功能介绍

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出版日期出版日期：2017/11/17

语言语言：英文

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This pocket-sized paperback is one of the twenty-four titles published for 2017 Hong Kong International Poetry Nights. The theme of IPHHK2017 is “Ancient Enmity”. IPNHK is one of the most influential international poetry events in Asia. From 22–26 November 2017, over 20 invited poets from various countries will be in Hong Kong to read their works based on the theme “Ancient Enmity.” Included in the anthology and box set, these unique works are presented with Chinese and English translations in bilingual or trilingual formats.

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悠莉亚‧费多奇克Julia Fiedorczuk

　　诗人、作家、译者，限于华沙大学教美国文学。她出版了五本诗集，一本短篇小说集，和两部小说，作品已译成十九种语言，其中包括一本关于诗歌与生态的三语诗集Ekopoetyka / Ecopoética / Ecopoetics。她的作品探索人类与自然关系，以至身份、他性和伦理责任等课题，是语言及环境研究协会会员。个人网站：www.ekopoetyka.com.

　　(Poland 波兰)

　　Julia Fiedorczuk is a poet, prose writer, translator, and lecturer in American literature at the University of Warsaw. She has published five books of poetry, a collection of short stories, and two novels (including the Nike-nominated Nieważkość). She is the author (with Gerardo Beltrán of a tri-lingual essay on poetry and ecology: Ekopoetyka / Ecopoética / Ecopoetics) and a member of ASLE (Association for the Study of Language and the Environment). In her writings she explores the relationships between human beings and non-human nature, as well as the questions of identity, otherness and ethical responsibility. Her work has been translated into 19 languages. Website: www.ekopoetyka.com.

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然后我是如此疲累，我梦到我在浴缸的边缘睡着，那浴缸的两侧就像是平缓、覆满冰块的山坡。我的手臂碰到某样东西，现在它就像是剩下的梦，再也无法触及。梦中我们在云端，在自己家裹；

我裹面的一部分暂时免除了死亡，你裹面的一部分没有完全消逝，第二天早上，还没有穿好衣服，我在赫拉克利特的书中读到：「这裹也住着众神。」

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later I was so tired I dreamed I fell asleep against the rim
of the bathtub, which had such gentle sides, ice-covered slopes. I hooked my arm
around some object now out of reach, like the remainder of the dream,

in which we’d made a home among those clouds; some part of me was for a while immortal, some part of you still lingered, when next morning,
not yet dressed, I read in Heraclitus: Here too dwell the gods.