在寬闊的畫廊

In the spacious gallery

我看到你的畫

I spot your painting

隨著時空的變化

from a different time, different place,

不斷更換著內容

shifting with the change.

濃墨重彩的

Viewers carry in

原來是觀眾

outdoor air, its freshness

他們從戶外帶來

somehow entering the frame,

清新的空氣

strengthening its colors,

走進你的畫框裏

which suddenly dissolve

聚集在畫的上方

into pure, flowing light.

忽而溶解了，只留下

I almost hear the painting

流動的光芒

murmur, its colors

我聽到畫對自己的

fleeing voices, as once again

評論，然後

you paint a new journey.

色彩和聲音散去

你開始再畫，重新出發

Such marvelous art,

yet thumbing through the catalog

多麼奇妙的畫

I don’t find your name.

但我翻了畫廊的目錄

The frame cannot hold your gaze,

可沒有你的名字

giddy at the watercourse,

是你突破了畫

white poplars, these mounds of hay.

牢固的框框

The church melds

釋放了那一雙雙

with all the world’s clamor,

一度暈眩的眼睛

from our train the station hardly changed.

重新讚頌水流

You turn the mind

白楊樹、乾草堆

to landscape

教堂逐步走進世俗

so flecked with pleasure

的喧嘩裏，而火車站

it might even know itself.

就是我們乘車瞥見的模樣？

Paintings need a space

是你把心靈的歷程

the eye can enter and depart.

轉化成風景

它們愉快地顫動

Through the gallery’s door, evening light

彷彿也思想起來？

thins the curtains. I see you then,

還是，你的畫

in one corner of the canvas,

必需從更遠的距離

finishing a sketch:

讓我們進出畫裏畫外

Sunset Impression.

觀看？

在畫廊的門口

當夕陽穿過窗簾

我看見你倚坐在畫的一角

剛完成了一幅寫生：

日落·印象