羅馬是一匹螺紅色的絨馬，

Rome is a crimson war horse

你從我胯下騎走它，留萬神殿的塵埃給我。

you rode from under me, leaving me 

the dust of the Pantheon.

萬神殿，一隻雪白眼珠的內部，我靜靜出現，

屬它無數瞳人中之一人。

Inside the Pantheon’s snow-white eyeball, silent

beneath its gaze, I’m one of many.

雪與雪在天際搏鬥，飄落這巨大空蕩蕩的瞳孔，

天際的雪閃著銀色的血斑，就是我剛剛失落的馬腹。

Snow vies with snow on the horizon, entering this huge empty eye,

——你在何處，我親愛的大天使，

flashing silver blood spots, the horsebelly I just lost.

千百萬對情人在羅馬飄雪的馬腹下取暖，

—Where are you, dear archangel,

請用你的劍光將那交媾之姿庇護——

lovers by the million bask beneath the horsebelly as snow drifts over Rome.

Shield if you please that sexual pose with your sword’s light.

到最後，都是塵埃。

Dust in the end, all dust.

萬神殿用石塊講述塵埃，金碧的石料，

人類在一己之外尚能探尋到的最堅固的空間。

The stone blocks of the Pantheon speak for dust, these jade-gold stones,

你知道東方易消弭的木頭，似乎同塵埃更相襯，

the strongest dome we’ve dared above ourselves.

卻往往作了塵埃的雕塑。

The wood of the east soon crumbles into dust,

石料則以對塵埃的推擋詮釋塵埃，

and then dust’s sculpture.

它是抗拒塵埃的雕塑，

Not yet dust, stone clarifies dust,

就像杜尚的大玻璃。

just as sculpture, say Duchamp’s Large Glass,

則萬神殿是羅馬人向塵埃介紹自己的一個姿勢

stands before it.

——金風中迷目的羅馬人，要讓神靈這樣認識自己，

穩厚，篤定，以此修建通往空靈之路，

Having lost their way in a gilded wind 

以深明自我表達敬意，高速路上的靈燕。

the Pantheon is a posture 

for Romans to present themselves to dust, 

為大地撐起一座石的瞳孔，

for the gods to see them so,

中空的、唯一的瞳仁，

sedate, honest, unhasty, building a path toward purity.

雨雪無聲撒入，

Self-knowledge shows respect, like swallows on a high-speed road.

我們是那眼球內部

It erects for the whole planet a pupil of stone,

——原始黑暗的一羣。

isolate in mid-air,

addressed by rain and snow.

Inside its eye, we’re this crowd,

dark, primitive, barbaric.