假如我死去（外三首）

卡罗尔·安·达菲

@ 假如我死去，

@ 而我的骨头漂流

@ 像丢弃的桨

@ 在深处，化成泥土；

@ 或是淹死，

@ 然后我的脑壳

@ 一个倾听的贝壳

@ 在黑暗的海底；

@ 假如我死去，

@ 而我的心

@ 温柔地为

@ 一枝红色，红色的玫瑰护根；

@ 或是燃烧，

@ 而我的躯体

@ 一大把沙砾，抛撒

@ 在迎面的风里；

@ 假如我死去，

@ 而我的眼睛，

@ 在鲜花根子上变瞎，

@ 哭泣融入虚无，

@ 我发誓你的爱

@ 会使我复活

@ 从我的坟墓里，

@ 在我的血肉之躯里，

@ 像拉撒路；

@ 为此而渴望，

@ 还有这个，还有这个，

@ 你活生生的吻。

情人节礼物

@ 不是红玫瑰，也不是绸缎做的心。

@ 我送给你一颗洋葱。

@ 它是包裹在牛皮纸里的一轮月亮。

@ 它承诺光

@ 就像爱认真地褪去衣裳。

@ 在这儿。

@ 它会用泪水使你双眼模糊

@ 像一个情人。

@ 它将把你的面影

@ 变成一张悲伤颤动的相片。

@ 我只想说真话。

@ 不是可爱的卡片，也不是带吻电报。

@ 我送给你一颗洋葱。

@ 它辛辣的吻将留在你的唇上，

@ 像我们一样

@ 霸道而忠诚，

@ 就像我们一样长久。

@ 收下吧。

@ 要是你喜欢，

@ 它铂金般的葱圈会缩小成一枚婚戒。

@ 致命。

@ 它的气味会黏上你的手指，

@ 黏上你的刀子。

平安夜

@ 时光是缓慢的雪筛着黑夜，

@ 一种出自朦胧月亮的爱情；

@ 你的小镇沉醉着，不羞怯，

@ 它是冬天本身。

@ 雪是时光的心思，筛着

@ 自己，起草着旧年的末尾。

@ 你用稚嫩的手在窗玻璃上

@ 写下你的名字。

@ 而你的希望化为烟，

@ 超越那儿，一盏街灯查看

@ 平安夜细心的雪，

@ 超越信念，

@ 随着时间，落雪，黑下来，孩子，喜洋洋。

@ 楼下，蜡烛像往常一样点亮。

天文学家

@ 爱上了空间，抬头凝视

@ 当气息将信号吹成青烟飘进夜晚。

@ 光年，孤独，黑暗的浪潮

@ 拍打着月亮。从那里看见不在的，

@ 消逝的世界；从这儿察觉

@ 新的星系在“无处”中。

@ If I Was Dead

@ By Carol Ann Duffy

@ If I was dead，

@ and my bones adrift

@ like dropped oars

@ in the deep， turning earth；

@ or drowned，

@ and my skull

@ a listening shell

@ on the dark ocean bed；

@ if I was dead，

@ and my heart

@ soft mulch

@ for a red， red rose；

@ or burned，

@ and my body

@ a fistful of grit， thrown

@ in the face of the wind；

@ if I was dead，

@ and my eyes，

@ blind at the roots of flowers，

@ wept into nothing，

@ I swear your love

@ would raise me

@ out of my grave，

@ in my flesh and blood，

@ like Lazarus；

@ hungry for this，

@ and this， and this，

@ your living kiss.

@ Valentine

@ Not a red rose or a satin heart.

@ I give you an onion.

@ It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.

@ It promises light

@ like the careful undressing of love.

@ Here.endprint

@ It will blind you with tears

@ like a lover.

@ It will make your reflection

@ a wobbling photo of grief.

@ I am trying to be truthful.

@ Not a cute card or a kissogram.

@ I give you an onion.

@ Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips，

@ possessive and faithful

@ as we are，

@ for as long as we are.

@ Take it.

@ Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring，

@ if you like.

@ Lethal.

@ Its scent will cling to your fingers，

@ cling to your knife.

@ Christmas Eve

@ Time was slow snow sieving the night，

@ a kind of love from the blurred moon；

@ your small town swooning， unabashed，

@ was Winters own.

@ Snow was the mind of Time， sifting

@ itself， drafting the old years end.

@ You wrote your name on the window-pane

@ with your young hand.

@ And your wishes went up in smoke，

@ beyond where a streetlamp studied

@ the thoughtful snow on Christmas Eve，

@ beyond belief，

@ as Time， snow， darkness， child， kindled.

@ Downstairs， the ritual lighting of the candles.

@ Astronomer

@ In love with space， stares up

@ as breath smokes signals into night.

@ Light years， loneliness， dark waves

@ lapping moons. From there sees absences，

@ gone worlds； from here perceives

@ new galaxies where nowhere is.endprint