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发帖数: 3956 | 1 Winter Poem
By Robert Bly
The quivering wings of the winter ant
wait for lean winter to end.
I love you in slow, dim-witted ways,
hardly speaking, one or two words only.
What caused us to live hidden?
A wound, the wind, a word, a parent.
Sometimes we wait in a helpless way,
awkwardly, not whole and not healed.
When we hid the wound, we fell back
from a human to a shelled life.
Now we feel the ant’s hard chest,
the carapace, the silent tongue.
This must be the way of the ant,
the winter ant, the way of those
who are wounded and want to live:
to breathe, to sense another, and to wait.
冬天的蚂蚁,那颤抖的翅膀
等待着瘦削的冬天结束
我爱你，用缓慢而笨拙的方式
几乎不说话，间或一两个词句
是什么让我们隐藏着自己生活？
一个伤口，风，某个词句，父亲或者母亲
有时，我们无助地等待
笨拙地，残缺地，未曾愈合地
当我们藏起伤口，我们就退化
从一个人变成带壳的生物
此刻我们感受着蚂蚁身上坚硬的前胸
后甲，沉默的舌头
这一定是蚂蚁的方式
属于冬天蚂蚁的方式，属于那些
被伤害过的人，却渴望着生活
渴望着呼吸，感知另一个人，以及等待 |
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