i am accused of tending to the past

有人指责我倾注于过去

as if i made it,

好像过去是我做的，

as if i sculpted it

好像它是我塑造的

with my own hands. i did not.

用我的双手。我没有。

this past was waiting for me

这过去本就在等着

when i came,

我的到来，

a monstrous unnamed baby,

一个无名的孽障，

and i with my mother's itch

而我母性难耐

took it to breast

把它抱到乳房

and named it

给它起名叫

History.

历史。

she is more human now,

如今她长得有人样了，

learning languages everyday,

每天学着词语，

remembering faces, names and dates.

记着面孔、名字和日子。

when she is strong enough to travel

等她长大能自己出门了，

on her own, beware, she will.

当心，她会的。