《當你的小形狀跌入我》 by K 史密斯

我張開四肢趴在床上，像一套大遊戲毯睡衣：

腹部向下，雙腿大開。那是冬天。

平常的日子。你的父親把雙腳放到地板上。

樓上孩子們在咯咯作響的輪子上

來回拖東西。我是空的，被任何

膨脹、旋轉、然後斷裂的東西吹過

夜複一夜，在那房間。你必定注意到

感覺好像永恒的事物，想要成為

在我們之間如火往返傳遞的東西

想要重量，渴求渴望，切盼

墜入肉體，過錯，短暫的生存狂喜。

你從什麽夢幻的世界掙脫？

什麽飛升----什麽悲哀----當你讓意誌

對準像我在床單上肯定活生生的肉體？

 

（林木譯）

 

When Your Small Form Tumbled into Me   

By Tracy K. Smith

 

I lay sprawled like a big-game rug across the bed:                

Belly down, legs wishbone-wide. It was winter.                       

Workaday. Your father swung his feet to the floor.                

The kids upstairs dragged something back and forth             

On shrieking wheels. I was empty, blown-through              

By whatever swells, swirling, and then breaks                       

Night after night upon that room. You must have watched     

For what felt like forever, wanting to be                                   

What we passed back and forth between us like fire.            

Wanting weight, desiring desire, dying                                   

To descend into flesh, fault, the brief ecstasy of being.           

From what dream of world did you wriggle free?                   

What soared—and what grieved—when you aimed your will 

At the yes of my body alive like that on the sheets?