Evening, the bees fled, the honeysuckle

黃昏，蜜蜂逃逸，忍冬花

in its golden dotage, all the sickrooms ajar.

垂老的金黃，病房之門微開。

Law of the Innocents: What doesn’t end, sloshes over…

犧牲的法則：一切未終結的，潑濺出來……

even here, where destiny girds the cucumber.

即便在這裏，命運束緊了黃瓜。

So you wrote a few poems. The horned

於是你寫下幾首詩。帶有角質的

thumbnail hooked into an ear doesn’t care.

大拇指攏住漫不經心的耳朵。

The gray underwear wadded over a belt says So what.

從腰間翻捲出來的灰色底褲在說「無所謂」。

The night air is minimalist,

夜晚的空氣是極簡主義者，

a needlepoint with raw moon as signature.

用繡針刺一輪天然的月亮作簽名。

In this desert the question’s not

在這片沙漠之地，請不要問

Can you see?

「看得見嗎？」而要問「還有多遠？」

but

山穀裏的定居點亮起燈

How far off?

像披上一身鎧甲；燕雀啾唧，我的拖鞋

Valley settlements put on their lights

踩出不規則的碎裂聲。

like armor; there’s finch chit and my sandal’s

inconsequential crunch.

每一個靜候在此的人都曾經相愛。

Everyone waiting here was once in love.