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Winter Poem / 冬天的诗

2011/08/18

  冬天的蚂蚁颤抖的翅膀,
  等待瘦瘦的冬天结束。  
  我用缓慢的,呆笨的方式爱你,  
  几乎不说话,仅有只言片语。

 

  是什么导致我们各自隐藏生活?  
  一个伤口,风,一个言词,一个起源。  
  我们有时用一种无助的方式等待,  
  笨拙地,并非全部也未愈合。

 

  当我们藏起伤口,我们从一个人,   
  退缩到一个带壳的生命。  
  现在我们触摸到蚂蚁坚硬的胸膛,  
  那背甲。那沉默的舌头。

 

  这一定是蚂蚁的方式,  
  冬天的蚂蚁的方式。
  那些被伤害的并且想生活的人的方式:  
  呼吸,感知他人,以及等待。

 

 

  Winter Poem
  
     
  The quivering wings of the winter ant,  
  wait for lean winter to end.
  I love you in slow, dim-witted ways,   
  hardly speaking, one or two words only.

  What caused us to live hidden?   
  A wound, the wind, a word, a parent.   
  Sometimes we wait in a helpless way,
  awkwardly, not whole and not healed.

  When we hid the wound, we fell back,
  from a human to a shelled life.  
  Now we feel the ant's hard chest,  
  the carapace, the silent tongue.

  The must be the way of the ant,
  the winter ant, the way of those
  who are wounded and want to live:
  to breathe, to sense another, and to wait.


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