I want someone to tell me

我希望有人告訴我

about the messages in the water in our bodies,

我身體裏水的訊息，

about yesterday’s air

告訴我昨天的空氣

in telephone booths,

關在電話亭裏的味道，

about flights postponed because of

告訴我航班延誤因為

poor visibility, despite

能見度太低，儘管日曆上

all the invisible angels on the calendars.

有那麼多看不見的天使。

The fan that weeps for tropical winds,

風扇為熱帶的風哭泣，

the incense that smells best

香在燒盡時

as it vanishes—I want someone to tell me about these things.

最好聞——我希望有人告訴我這些事情。

I believe that when perfection is born

我相信在完美誕生的時刻

all forms and truths

一切形式和真相

crack like eggshells.

像蛋殼一樣裂開。

Only the sigh of gentle partings

只有最溫柔的告別時的歎息

can tear a cobweb apart

可以將蛛網劃破，

and the perfections of imagined lands

只有想像中的完美地帶

can postpone the secret

可以延遲靈魂

migration of souls.

秘密的遷徙。

And what can I do with my imperfect body:

我當如何對待這並不完美的身體：

I go and I return, go and return

我去了又回，來來回回

like a plastic sandal on the waves

像一隻塑料拖鞋

by the shore.

在岸邊的海浪上沉浮。