花

 

    [美]罗伯特.克里利 作 廖春波 译

 

              我只想自己

              像花一样张开

              在没有人去

              的树林幽深处

 

              一枝一叶完美

              独个封闭微小的地方

              无声无息怒放

              不断制造成长的痛苦

 

              痛苦是一朵花，像那一朵

              像这一朵

              像这一朵

              像这一朵

              

 

      

 

 

附原诗：

 

               The Flower

               Robert Creeley

 

             I think I grow tensions

             Like flowers

             In a wood where

             Nobody goes.

 

             Each would is perfect,

             Encloses itself in a tiny

             Imperceptible blossom,

             Making pain.

 

             Pain is a flower like that one,

             Like this one,

             Like this one,

             Like this one.