織草為蜢的人钟国强

THE WEAVER OF GRASSHOPPERS史春波, 乔治·奥康奈尔 译


你從利園山道那邊轉出來
At the corner of Lee Garden Road
把輪椅熟練地退至花槽一隅
your wheelchair slips between potted plants,
然後像你微微抽搐的面容
afternoon’s hours suspended
在午後的時光中,停下來
with your cheek’s faint twitch.

風也停在輪椅前的綠色中
Leaves snag a thready wind
一絲懸掛,那些垂垂以草
as your slow craft weaves
織為蜢的手藝,在大廈和人
grasshoppers from grassblades,
不斷交織又拆解的陰影中
as these shadows braid

buildings and people.
看著你,你從不看著人

自顧自用噴壺向蜢群灑水
Watched, you don’t watch others,
草葉的脊骨屈折再挺拔
your sure hands spritzing bunched hoppers.
探出去的化為顫顫的觸鬚
How the spiny blade, bent once,

springs as a trembling antenna.
有小孩剛停步伸出手去

又被母親急步趕來硬生生
When the boy stops, hand held out,
拖走,你的面容沒有一絲變化
and his mother drags him on,
草綠的眼神停在不息身影中
you’re unperturbed, your gaze grass-green,
cool in the restless shade.


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