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…and the koi’s catwalk under the fluorescent sun,
your name, your smile, yours …and then another day
I can even see me alone with night,
sharing this cup of wine and scenes to mutter about.
And if there are words, they are the vibratos of Lopatkina’s swan feet;
You listen but do not hear, and the sounds I am making are going away.
Something runs beneath this, academically explicable when I look deep enough into it,
But perhaps we may as well leave it alone at that here-and-now.
Oct. 5, 2008
Nov. 4, 2008
无题
……而锦鲤的猫步在日照的荧光下
你的名字、你的微笑、你的……然后又是一天过去了
这一切令我甚至看到
我与黑夜分享一杯酒，一些可以低语的场景
而词句的颤音绕在拉帕特金娜的天鹅脚尖
你听，但不入耳，我正在制造着远去的声音
那表层下的流动，如果我凝视久了，或许可以进行学术化的解释
但我们还是将它留在那个此时此刻吧
2008年11月4日
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