皱纹

白天
密布在你漠漠脸上
这些时间的运河
是干涸的
只偶而有风砂
飒飒横过

但每夜
水自深处汹汹涌起
漫出眼睛的古井
将它们一一注满

而你便如首次出航的水手
兴奋地驾起
破旧的记忆之舟
在这没有出口的迷阵里
左冲右突
直到天明


Wrinkles

during the day
these canals of time crisscrossing
your indifferent face
are dry
only occasionally the wind
blows sand across

but at night
water rises from the deep well
of your eyes
overflows and fills them

then like a first-time sailor
you set the ragged sail of your boat
of memory
jostling about all night
in the labyrinth that has no outlet
till dawn

2006.6

下凡

找不到一丝裂痕
在从地上捡起的神像身上
他用手轻轻拂去灰尘
然后将它摆回
高高在上的神位

是昨夜那场地震
把他心目中这尊神
贬落凡尘
才让他产生了
前所未有的信心危机

既然神像完好无损
想必仍会受到
世人的膜拜
只有神像心里明白
昨夜
是它自己凡心一动走下圣坛
此刻因他的反复翻检
而肝肠寸断


A Fallen Goddess

He could not find the slightest crack
on the idol that he picked up from the floor
wiping off the dust
he put it back in the high niche

Last night's earthquake
caused the downfall
that shook his faith

Now that all is well
no doubt he will go on with his worship

But the goddess who descended to earth last night
knows the man has failed her test
by repeatedly turning and inspecting
he has shattered her inner parts
irreparably

2006.7

小海湾


一个巨浪狞笑着
猛扑过来
她微微把腰一闪

然后扭头嫣然一笑
顿时
海阔天空风平浪静



THE COVE


with a sardonic laugh
the huge wave dashes toward her

she dodges
swaying slightly her hips

she then turns her head
and smiles

immediately
the sea and sky become boundless
calm and tranquil

鸟

非马


我不知道
鸟在被迫南飞的时候
是否也会回过头来
说些
「我将回来！」
之类的壮语

我只知道
年年
它们吱吱喳喳回来
像一群天真未泯的乡下孩子
争著渲染
都市里灯红酒绿的惊险

Birds

by William Marr

I don’t know
whether birds turn their heads and utter
“I shall return!”
or any such grand words
as they migrate south

all I know is
every year
they come back like innocent country boys
chirping and twittering
anxious to tell their experience
of cities' glittering red lights
and aromatic green wines

2006.9

劫后

节庆过后的广场上
到处是狂欢的痕迹

被高高抛起且踩烂了的帽子
随著锣鼓越舞越急使脚终于跟不上的鞋子
棕色小狗熊还紧紧握在小女孩的手里
（她另一只扯气球绳子的手此刻在一百公尺外
扯她父亲的小肠）
不再转动的眼珠依然闪烁著夜里的烟火
血还潺潺自张开的嘴流出如一支热情的歌

但远处轰轰传来的另一个狂欢节来临的消息
已无法使兴奋过度的心脏多跳动一下


After the Pillage

William Marr

the aftermath of a carnival
everywhere is strewn with wild excitement

hats that were thrown up to the sky and then trampled
dancing shoes that were left behind by the ever-accelerating drumbeats
a little brown bear is still clutched in a little girl's hand
( her other hand holding the string of a balloon is now meters away
pulling at her father's small intestines)
eyes that had ceased rolling are twinkling with last night's fireworks
blood-oozing mouths still reverberate with passionate songs
but the news of another carnival looming in the distance
can no longer thrill the overexcited hearts to make another beat

2006.10

故事


狗闭着眼
但老人知道它在倾听

温情的背
正越挨越近




STORY

by William Marr


The dog has her eyes closed
but the old man knows she's listening

Her warm back is moving
ever closer

2006.11

广寒无灯的夜晚


一脚踩下去
便惊动嫦娥
急急再度出奔

一脚踩下去
却激起如许尘沙
把人类的梦
撒向更遥远
更神秘的
星球


MOON WALK

William Marr

Man had hardly set foot on the moon
when the startled Chang-e*
hastily began another long flight

One small human step kicked up so much dust
that it scattered man's dreams
to the more distant and mysterious stars

*Chang-e , according to Chinese legend, ascended the moon
after secretly taking her husband’s immortality pill.


2006.12

烟火


明明知道
改变不了黑夜的命运
还是忍不住要一冲
上天
灿烂一下自己
也温暖温暖
那些渴望光明的
眼睛

无暇也无心探究
他们究竟在狂什么欢
或庆祝什么节日



FIREWORKS

William Marr

knowing perfectly well
nothing can ever change
the fate of the dark night
still it bursts into the sky
to dazzle itself momentarily
while warming eyes
that crave light

no time to inquire
why celebrate
what occasion

2007.1

醒


在眼皮下
奔突了一夜的
噩梦
比搔著门板哀号的
狗
还内急

挤过打开的门缝
疾冲出去

哗！
白色天花板
美好
如青青的
草原


Awakening


Chased by nightmares all night
he finally finds a slit
in his eyelids
and squeezes through it
like a dog
desperately seeking relief
outdoors

Ah!
the white ceiling
splendid
as the green green
grass


2007.2

幽默的轮回


嗨。我是包可华
我刚刚死去

他的话还没说完
我便听到一声响亮的婴啼

嗨。我是包可华
我刚刚出世

附记：美国幽默作家包可华(Art Buchwald, 1925-2007)才咽下了最后一口气， 纽约时报的网站便播出他生前预拍的录影带，告诉喜爱他的读者说：「嗨。我是包可华，我刚刚死去。」



THE TRANSMIGRATION OF A HUMORIST

William Marr

Hi. I am Art Buchwald
and I just died

no sooner had he finished his words
than I heard a baby cry

Hi. I am Art Buchwald
and I was just born

2007.3