文◎雷蒙德·卡佛 繪◎馬豆子

愛(ài)這個(gè)字

文◎雷蒙德·卡佛 繪◎馬豆子

This Word Love

I will not go when she calls

Even if she says I love you,

Especially that,

Even though she swears

And promises nothing

But love love.

The light in this room

Covers every thing equally;

My arm throws

no shadow even,

It too is consumed with light.

But this word love ——

This word grows dark, grows

Heavy and shake itself

And begins to eat

Through this paper.

Listen.

我不會(huì)去盡管她召喚

哪怕她說(shuō)我愛(ài)你

那就更不會(huì)去了

盡管她詛咒

發(fā)誓說(shuō)除了愛(ài)

還是愛(ài)

房間里的燈光

均勻覆蓋著

所有的一切

連我的手臂都甩不出影子

它也被光吞噬了

但愛(ài)這個(gè)字——

這個(gè)字在逐漸變暗，變得

沉重和搖擺不定

并開(kāi)始侵蝕

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