我的詩行在琥珀裏擔水織網

My poems shoulder water, knit webs in amber.

忘記失散

Forget we once were close.

忘記理解的芬芳

Forget the sweet scent of understanding.

當我們相逢，我的姐妹

When we meet, my sisters,

暴風雪沒有日期，沒有猶豫

the hour of that blizzard unknown, unstoppable,

南極是你，北極是我

you’ll be the south pole, I the north.

一百年，幾百年

A hundred years, three,

靈魂在路上磨成加速之光

the soul on its journey

tapers to a streak of light.

「後現代」還有事可幹嗎——

哪根稻草最後壓倒駱駝

“Postmodern”: what’s left—

我走之後，它又盤剝了誰的租子

what straw finally stoops the camel?

又鋸斷誰的琴弦

I refused, but its usuries

厚厚的病曆裏有多少發黴的患者

keep cutting musical strings.

修正多少無邪的藥方

In thick medical files, how many mouldering patients,

還有沒有道路通向心臟

how many naive prescriptions to correct?

有沒有事件

Are there yet pathways to the heart,

讓石斛仙草不再炫耀人工栽培

moments to make divine orchids

重回深山密林開放

bloom wild again in deep mountains, dense forest?

……

I brushed the postmodern once—

我曾與「後現代」擦身而過

my voice stalled

我的發聲

at its false teeth, gimmicky conceits.

不經過炒作概念的假牙

My name rhymes with no era.

我的名字不與任何年代押韻

My scattered lines

我的詩行殘缺零落

pitch toward earth’s molten core,

甘願出走地火煤層

no will and testament hung for all to see.

——不留一封晾曬的遺囑

Let there be no funerary rites,

讓後事枯萎

but a plunge to their darker home.

徑直抵達更深更暗的故鄉

Through the fields of another life,

我將隨你走回隔世的農場

I’ll walk with you,

聽你以青稞的音調

hear your highland barley tune,

看你以火焰的訣別

attend your fiery farewell,

牽著與我一樣孤獨的衣袂

tugging at a lonesome sleeve.

講述相逢也是重逢

Write then

然後，寫下——

the crystalline misery

晶瑩的苦難

taller than Olympic gods.

高過奧林匹斯山眾神的頭頂

Bred by the muse,

孕育繆斯

I serve an inverted elegance.

追隨滄海桑田的優雅……