Imagination
How enviable—she
At his right, so much
A waterlily in her that blooms like a still whirlpool
And his left hand stretches out
Like a dike and locks itself to her right collarbone
—A floodgate
That man, your other, as an imagined figure, always hurts you
As someone said, as the world hurts God
想象
多么令人妒慕啊——
她，在那人的右侧，那般
莲花，静止的流淌
那人的左手像堤岸伸出去
还在她的右锁骨下
扣下一道闸
那人，你的他者，作为想象，总在伤害你
有人早就说过，犹如这世界伤害着上帝
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