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作者悠莉亞‧費多奇剋

出版者齣版社：香港中文大學訂閱齣版社新書快訊新功能介紹

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出版日期齣版日期：2017/11/17

語言語言：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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悠莉亞‧費多奇剋Julia Fiedorczuk

　　詩人、作傢、譯者，限於華沙大學教美國文學。她齣版瞭五本詩集，一本短篇小說集，和兩部小說，作品已譯成十九種語言，其中包括一本關於詩歌與生態的三語詩集Ekopoetyka / Ecopoética / Ecopoetics。她的作品探索人類與自然關係，以至身份、他性和倫理責任等課題，是語言及環境研究協會會員。個人網站：www.ekopoetyka.com.

　　(Poland 波蘭)

　　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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我裹麵的一部分暫時免除瞭死亡，你裹麵的一部分沒有完全消逝，第二天早上，還沒有穿好衣服，我在赫拉剋利特的書中讀到：「這裹也住著眾神。」

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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.