My poems shoulder water, knit webs in amber.

我的詩行在琥珀裏擔水織網

Forget we once were close.

忘記失散

Forget the sweet scent of understanding.

忘記理解的芬芳

When we meet, my sisters,

當我們相逢，我的姐妹

the hour of that blizzard unknown, unstoppable,

暴風雪沒有日期，沒有猶豫

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

南極是你，北極是我

A hundred years, three,

一百年，幾百年

the soul on its journey

靈魂在路上磨成加速之光

tapers to a streak of light.

「後現代」還有事可幹嗎——

“Postmodern”: what’s left—

哪根稻草最後壓倒駱駝

what straw finally stoops the camel?

我走之後，它又盤剝了誰的租子

I refused, but its usuries

又鋸斷誰的琴弦

keep cutting musical strings.

厚厚的病曆裏有多少發黴的患者

In thick medical files, how many mouldering patients,

修正多少無邪的藥方

how many naive prescriptions to correct?

還有沒有道路通向心臟

Are there yet pathways to the heart,

有沒有事件

moments to make divine orchids

讓石斛仙草不再炫耀人工栽培

bloom wild again in deep mountains, dense forest?

重回深山密林開放

……

I brushed the postmodern once—

my voice stalled

我曾與「後現代」擦身而過

at its false teeth, gimmicky conceits.

我的發聲

My name rhymes with no era.

不經過炒作概念的假牙

My scattered lines

我的名字不與任何年代押韻

pitch toward earth’s molten core,

我的詩行殘缺零落

no will and testament hung for all to see.

甘願出走地火煤層

Let there be no funerary rites,

——不留一封晾曬的遺囑

but a plunge to their darker home.

讓後事枯萎

徑直抵達更深更暗的故鄉

Through the fields of another life,

I’ll walk with you,

我將隨你走回隔世的農場

hear your highland barley tune,

聽你以青稞的音調

attend your fiery farewell,

看你以火焰的訣別

tugging at a lonesome sleeve.

牽著與我一樣孤獨的衣袂

Write then

講述相逢也是重逢

the crystalline misery

然後，寫下——

taller than Olympic gods.

晶瑩的苦難

Bred by the muse,

高過奧林匹斯山眾神的頭頂

I serve an inverted elegance.

孕育繆斯

追隨滄海桑田的優雅……