卡羅爾·安·達(dá)菲

@ 假如我死去，

@ 而我的骨頭漂流

@ 像丟棄的槳

@ 在深處，化成泥土；

@ 或是淹死，

@ 然后我的腦殼

@ 一個傾聽的貝殼

@ 在黑暗的海底；

@ 假如我死去，

@ 而我的心

@ 溫柔地為

@ 一枝紅色，紅色的玫瑰護(hù)根；

@ 或是燃燒，

@ 而我的軀體

@ 一大把沙礫，拋撒

@ 在迎面的風(fēng)里；

@ 假如我死去，

@ 而我的眼睛，

@ 在鮮花根子上變瞎，

@ 哭泣融入虛無，

@ 我發(fā)誓你的愛

@ 會使我復(fù)活

@ 從我的墳?zāi)估铮?/p>

@ 在我的血肉之軀里，

@ 像拉撒路；

@ 為此而渴望，

@ 還有這個，還有這個，

@ 你活生生的吻。

情人節(jié)禮物

@ 不是紅玫瑰，也不是綢緞做的心。

@ 我送給你一顆洋蔥。

@ 它是包裹在牛皮紙里的一輪月亮。

@ 它承諾光

@ 就像愛認(rèn)真地褪去衣裳。

@ 在這兒。

@ 它會用淚水使你雙眼模糊

@ 像一個情人。

@ 它將把你的面影

@ 變成一張悲傷顫動的相片。

@ 我只想說真話。

@ 不是可愛的卡片，也不是帶吻電報。

@ 我送給你一顆洋蔥。

@ 它辛辣的吻將留在你的唇上，

@ 像我們一樣

@ 霸道而忠誠，

@ 就像我們一樣長久。

@ 收下吧。

@ 要是你喜歡，

@ 它鉑金般的蔥圈會縮小成一枚婚戒。

@ 致命。

@ 它的氣味會黏上你的手指，

@ 黏上你的刀子。

平安夜

@ 時光是緩慢的雪篩著黑夜，

@ 一種出自朦朧月亮的愛情；

@ 你的小鎮(zhèn)沉醉著，不羞怯，

@ 它是冬天本身。

@ 雪是時光的心思，篩著

@ 自己，起草著舊年的末尾。

@ 你用稚嫩的手在窗玻璃上

@ 寫下你的名字。

@ 而你的希望化為煙，

@ 超越那兒，一盞街燈查看

@ 平安夜細(xì)心的雪，

@ 超越信念，

@ 隨著時間，落雪，黑下來，孩子，喜洋洋。

@ 樓下，蠟燭像往常一樣點亮。

天文學(xué)家

@ 愛上了空間，抬頭凝視

@ 當(dāng)氣息將信號吹成青煙飄進(jìn)夜晚。

@ 光年，孤獨，黑暗的浪潮

@ 拍打著月亮。從那里看見不在的，

@ 消逝的世界；從這兒察覺

@ 新的星系在“無處”中。

@ If I Was Dead

@ By Carol Ann Duffy

@ If I was dead，

@ and my bones adrift

@ like dropped oars

@ in the deep， turning earth；

@ or drowned，

@ and my skull

@ a listening shell

@ on the dark ocean bed；

@ if I was dead，

@ and my heart

@ soft mulch

@ for a red， red rose；

@ or burned，

@ and my body

@ a fistful of grit， thrown

@ in the face of the wind；

@ if I was dead，

@ and my eyes，

@ blind at the roots of flowers，

@ wept into nothing，

@ I swear your love

@ would raise me

@ out of my grave，

@ in my flesh and blood，

@ like Lazarus；

@ hungry for this，

@ and this， and this，

@ your living kiss.

@ Valentine

@ Not a red rose or a satin heart.

@ I give you an onion.

@ It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.

@ It promises light

@ like the careful undressing of love.

@ Here.endprint

@ It will blind you with tears

@ like a lover.

@ It will make your reflection

@ a wobbling photo of grief.

@ I am trying to be truthful.

@ Not a cute card or a kissogram.

@ I give you an onion.

@ Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips，

@ possessive and faithful

@ as we are，

@ for as long as we are.

@ Take it.

@ Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring，

@ if you like.

@ Lethal.

@ Its scent will cling to your fingers，

@ cling to your knife.

@ Christmas Eve

@ Time was slow snow sieving the night，

@ a kind of love from the blurred moon；

@ your small town swooning， unabashed，

@ was Winters own.

@ Snow was the mind of Time， sifting

@ itself， drafting the old years end.

@ You wrote your name on the window-pane

@ with your young hand.

@ And your wishes went up in smoke，

@ beyond where a streetlamp studied

@ the thoughtful snow on Christmas Eve，

@ beyond belief，

@ as Time， snow， darkness， child， kindled.

@ Downstairs， the ritual lighting of the candles.

@ Astronomer

@ In love with space， stares up

@ as breath smokes signals into night.

@ Light years， loneliness， dark waves

@ lapping moons. From there sees absences，

@ gone worlds； from here perceives

@ new galaxies where nowhere is.endprint