The Three Oddest Words


When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.


作者
维斯拉瓦·辛波丝卡

译者
斯坦尼斯拉夫·巴朗恰卡Clare Cavanagh

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