Ford shallow streams, stones bruise my feet.
涉其淺兮,石齧我足;乘其深兮,龍入我舟。
Cross deep water, dragons share my skiff.
——韓愈〈琴操:將歸操〉
—Han Yu (Qin Melody: The Return)
其三
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Clouds flow by, catching light
高處看見浮雲來往蹉跎,一面反光的
while here in this building
鏡子,戰爭年代棄置無人的樓層
abandoned since the war
遠道跋涉的蜘蛛偶然升登,瑣碎結網
a spider climbs high
紋路宛轉溫柔似水鄉,細聲提示
on its weavings, fine strands
屬於我們可意會的秘密
webbed like waterways
終於完成:暮色裏以果樹開花的旋律
in a canal town, as if threading
渲染,全力敷衍其榮華假象
a secret music we might hear.
如眾神無情來去隨興聚散,直北
Dusk’s own tones, these fruit tree blooms,
極光反射在高處懸掛的鏡子上
swell their false flourishings,
sunset a shimmer of unfeeling gods
其四
who come and go.
再一次自風雨聲中醒來,破碎的黎明
4
將我竦動擲回深陷,無夢的淵藪
By wind and rain once more
浮沉不安的水域:荷芰紛紛擱淺
awakened, I sink in a shattering dawn
一些稀薄的符號,象徵,和圖騰——
to dreamless depths, unsettled water
昔時憑藉以互通音訊,抱怨或控訴的
rising and falling, lotuses floating shoreward
線路,失聯的神經支配著殘餘
like frail totems of the past, old letters
的意識生與死,而我甚至知道
complaining, accusing, lost filaments
更遠的天邊還有少數虧損的星
to whatever mind still lives.
即將應聲墜落水底,廣闊的平野
Fading stars must soon
為受傷的魚和掩翅息蹄的禽獸點燈
be swallowed by the sea,
一些狹仄轉折,誤導的途徑
the world’s wilderness lit
for wounded fish,
其五
wing-shut birds, beasts whose hooves
have finally come to rest
你難道不曾因為天籟略無形跡
amid so many twists, so many turns.
而困頓長夜,側耳追尋?若不是關於
洪荒前期早已傳達到位的故事
5
蟲豸和魚白孵化的寓言,可能
Have you ever sought
可能就是一種切身的宣示斷定我們
on sleepless nights
也將先後老去如帶翅飛天的恐龍
the faintest rustlings of the stars?
扶搖直上,舂容迴響,輒遭遇龐大
Before we came, the insects hatched,
繼起的空虛;抑或以絕對的冥默內省
the fish, a tale that tells how we shall age
如單獨穿行廢墟的兵士,因為悔恨
like dinosaurs who also walked
低頭無由看見春花在前路抽長
and flew trumpeting toward their own absence.
在斷垣盡頭,甚至當溫暖的雨水準時
We too might choose to reflect,
下降,在泥濘深深的古戰場
striding a ruined landscape
like a downcast soldier
其七
beyond tumbled city walls
spots spring blossoms
這不足為奇你手拈一朵無色的
opening on the road ahead,
花面向晚霞似乎有話對我說——
feels the arrival of warm rains
何其驚異的神情:可以想像
to quench the ancient battlefield.
是暗指夜來螢火嘯聚人必有一件心事
秋葉在接近點零的霧中
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逆向回旋,激流撞擊有聲
No surprise you’d pluck a bloodless flower,
帶走漩渦上方的影
your face aglow at evening
as if to speak—that look of amazement
at the ascent of fireflies—
one’s heart must grow heavy
with autumn leaves adrift
through an impenetrable fog,
somewhere a torrent
sweeping off these shadows.