每一天，我深深望進

Each day I’ve looked

桌上這面

into the beveled mirror

斜邊鏡，徒勞地

on this desk, vainly

向鏡中的映像

asking it questions

提問。

reflection cannot answer.

窗外有霧，有霜，

Outside, fog and frost

橄欖葉鍍上了白銀。

and silver olive leaves.

我的視線至多

I can see at most

望到田野中央，

a half field’s depth,

遠處的樹一片朦朧

then the trees are lost

籠罩於霧紗

in the gauzy mist

像一隻隻不假裝飾的細手臂

like thin unbraceleted arms

被鼓動的衣袖吞沒。

swallowed by billowing sleeves.

我渴望直面

I’d like to face

對我開誠佈公的

that stringent looking glass

嚴峻的鏡子

transparent to myself

當雨珠

as beads of rain

在綠葉上匯流。

pooled on a green leaf.

前所未有，我保持著

But ever self-composed

自我的從容，

in self-regard,

目色晦暗

and my eyes opaque

如芭蕾演員的舞衣。

as a dancer’s leotard,

若要洞穿自己，親愛的，

to see straight through myself

我需要愛

I need what love supplies:

向我射出它兇險的箭，

its dark arrow, dear,

不要白色謊言。

not its white lies.