我曾经观察过鲑鱼，黄昏时分，电视上，在播放，

I watched them once,at dusk, on television, run,

在我们的旅店房间里，去往

in our motel room half-way through

内布拉斯加的途中，身形迅疾、光芒闪烁，超越了美，超越了

Nebraska, quick,glittering, past beauty, past

美的重要性，

the importance of beauty,

样貌复古，

archaic,

并不饥饿，甚至没有濒临灭绝，扎进更深的地方

not even hungry, not even endangered, driving deeper and deeper

遁入虚空。它们跃至瀑布顶端，如登上阶梯，

into less. They leapt up falls, ladders,

或攀上岩石，腾挪飞舞，如一条金色的河流

and rock, tearing and leaping, a gold river

与蓝色的河流背道

and a blue river traveling

而驰。

in opposite directions.

它们不会停下，凝聚意志

They would not stop,resolution of will

与无助，好比眼睛

and helplessness, as the eye

无力地凝视

is helpless

当意象汇集，上下颠倒，面朝后方，

when the image forms itself, upside-down, backward,

向上挺进、钻入

driving up into

头脑，世界

the mind, and the world

为自己松绑

unfastens itself

从既定的深海中浮现……正义，白杨树

from the deep ocean of the given. . . . Justice, aspen

树叶，尝试自尽的

leaves, mother attempting

母亲，白色的夜间飞蛾

suicide, the white night-flying moth

蚂蚁一点点地被肢解，被轻松

the ants dismantled bit by bit and carried in

推入我墙上的

right through the crack

裂缝……多么无助

in my wall. . . .How helpless

这个静止的池塘，

the still pool is,

在上游的地方，

upstream,

等待这金色刀锋

awaiting the gold blade

飞快地到来。有一次，在室内，我还是一个孩子的时候

of their hurry.Once, indoors, a child,

曾在午间透过木质百叶窗张望

I watched, at noon,through slatted wooden blinds,

一个男人和女人，赤裸身体，眼睛闭着，

a man and woman,naked, eyes closed,

爬到彼此身上，

climb onto each other,

倒向露台地板，

on the terrace floor,

飞驰——如两道金色水流

and ride—two gold currents

团团围住彼此，拥紧，

wrapping round and round each other, fastening,

松开。我还懵懵

unfastening. I hardly knew

懂懂。世间仅有的阴影

what I saw. Whatever shadow there was in that world

是他们在彼此身上投下的

it was the one each cast

暗色，

onto the other,

那条黑色的分割线，

the thin black seam

他们似乎正在试图

they seemed to be rying to work away

抹去。我屏住呼吸。

between them. I held my breath.

在我有限的感知里，他们沾着

As far as I could tell, the work they did

汗水与光辉的劳作

with sweat and light

是件好事。要我说

was good. I’d say

他们背道而驰

they traveled far in opposite

蹚过

directions. What is the light

很远。白日尽头的光

at the end of the day, deep, reddish-gold, bathing the walls,

是什么，深沉、发红的金色，浸润所有墙面、

the corridors, light that is no longer light, no longer clarifies,

走廊，光不复为光，不复清晰，

illuminates,antique, freed from the body of

却仍在照亮，古意盎然，从承载着光的空气团中

the air that carries it. What is it

脱身而出。这束光

for the space of time

对时间的场域有什么意义，

where it is useless,merely

似乎一无所用，仅剩

beautiful? When they were done, they made a distance

美丽？他们终于完成，与彼此

one from the other

拉开距离

and slept,outstretched,

随后入睡，展开身躯，

on the warm tile

躺在露台地上

of the terrace floor,

发热的瓷砖上，

smiling, faces pressed against the stone.

面露微笑，两张脸贴着石地。