我将一些细芦管

I tied together

绑在一起，刻上

a few slender reeds, cut

气孔，吹奏出一种音乐

notches to breathe across and made

使你呆立

such music you stood

如受电击，然后

shock still and then

跟随着，当我漫步，一点点

followed as I wandered growing

长出

moment by moment

斜眼睛和粗糙的毛发，我的脚

slant-eyes and shaggy, my feet

踏着岩石，长出

slamming over the rocks, growing

坚硬的羊角，而你

hard as horn, and there

跟在后面，沉溺在

you were behind me, drowning

音乐中，取下

in the music, letting

头上的银发夹

the silver clasps out of your hair,

匆匆地，脱掉

hurrying, taking off

衣服。

your clothes.

我不记得

I can"t remember

这发生在哪里，但是我想

where this happened but I think

它是夏末，万物

it was late summer when everything

充满火焰，孕育着果实

is full of fire and rounding to fruition

不做其他事，

and whatever doesn"t,

也不抵抗，

or resists,

只是躺着，像一片黑暗的水域

must lie like a field of dark water under

在月亮的引力下，

the pulling moon,

颠簸不休。

tossing and tossing.

在城市野蛮的优雅中

In the brutal elegance of cities

我曾散步

I have walked down

在旅店大厅

the halls of hotels

并听见这种音乐，在

and heard this music behind

闭紧的门后。

shut doors.

你以为心灵

Do you think the heart

可以被解释吗？你以为身体

is accountable? Do you think the body

是皂荚树的

any more than a branch

一根枝条，

of the honey locust tree,

追逐水，

hunting water,

对着太阳隆起，

hunching toward the sun,

颤抖着，当它感到

shivering, when it feels

善，进入了

that good, into

白色的花中？

white blossoms?

或者你以为有一种

Or do you think there is a kind

音乐，一种特定的旋律

of music, a certain strand

点亮身体

that lights up the otherwise

迟钝的荒原——

blunt wilderness of the body -

一种兴奋

a furious

而难以解释的选择？

and unaccountable selectivity?

哈，好吧，总之，无论是不是

Ah well, anyway, whether or not

夏末，或是不是

it was late summer, or even

发生在我们身上，它只是

in our part of the world, it is all

一场梦，我没有

only a dream, I did not

变成柔软的山羊神。你也没有像那样

turn into the lithe goat god. Nor did you come running

奔跑着到来。

like that.

你说呢？

Did you?