图书序言
乌鸦从一根
乌鸦从一根
沉重的树枝跳到另一根──
这里有甚么事物与我完结了,
而我活着,不吹胡子,
虚无的干冷的雪花
还在代替灰尘吹着
──就这样每夜滑板敲击作响
人们忘记了把它砍光
(晴朗李寒 译)
a crow leaps from one
a crow leaps from one
heaving branch to another-
something ended here with me,
yet I go on living, not really caring,
the dry snow of nonexistence,
me blowing like dust
-at night, a sputtering engine
they forgot to cut down
(Translated by Christopher Mattison)