指纹
在秋天到来的下午,我静静地躺着
一间小屋子里充满了光,我躺在光里
沿着光传来说话的声音,敲打铁器的声音,汽车引擎的声音
躺在这些声音里,我没有任何不安
在秋天到来的下午等待着,还有一种声音尚未到来
它在某一座山的背后,在一片湖泊的下面,也在一头野兽
奔跑之前的伫望里,我等待那个时刻——
一只指挥庞大乐队的手,从泛着光芒的乐谱上骤然抬起。
Autumn Afternoon
ByZhi Wen
This afternoon autumn arrives. I lie quietly
In my little room, sun drenched, I lie in the sunlight
Light conveys the sound: sound of conversations,
sound of metal, sound of car engines
Lying in these sounds I feel no anxieties
I am waiting, in this afternoon when autumn is
here, and a sound is yet to come
It will come from behind a mountain, from beneath
a lake, from the lookout of a beast
Before it dashes off, I am waiting for that moment—
A hand, conducting a grand orchestra, suddenly
raises from some shining music