Sad Steps
Groping back to bed after a piss
I part thick curtains, and am startled by
The rapid clouds, the moon’s cleanliness.
Four o’clock wedge-shadowed gardens lie
Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky.
There’s something laughable about this,
The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow
Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart
(Stone-colored light sharpening the roofs below)
High and preposterous and separate—
Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!
O wolves of memory! Immensements! No,
One shivers slightly, looking up there.
The hardness and the brightness and the plain
Far-reaching singleness of that wide stare
Is a reminder of the strength and pain
Of being young; that it can’t come again,
But is for others undiminished somewhere.
悲哀的步伐
去完卫生间，我摸索着回到房间
打开厚厚的窗帘，我惊讶地
看到疾行的云朵，皎洁的月亮
凌晨四点的花园，影子成楔形
洞穴一般被风选中的天空。
这景象有点可笑，比如
月亮冲出云层的样子
就像吹散加农炮吐出的烟
（石头色的月光削尖了下面的屋顶）
高高在上，荒谬无比，而又形影茕茕——
爱的菱形！艺术的勋章！
啊，记忆的狼群！寂寥无边！而你
只是微微颤抖着，仰望它们。
那广阔的凝视，所具有的硬度和亮度
以及那显而易见而又意味深长的单纯
令人想起年轻的力量
和痛苦；它不会复返，
而是为别处那些尚未衰老的人而存在
（卞兆康译）
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