爱着每一刻，爱着鸟或虚空 | 赵又廷诗歌专辑

例如，想象树在做什么，

不只是在电闪雷鸣的一刻，

在夏夜湿漉漉的黑暗中，

或者在冬天白色的罗网下，

而是在此刻，此刻，此刻 —— 我们看不见的

无论哪一刻。你一定无法想象

它们不跳舞，根，渴望着

去旅行一小会儿，不用这样挤成一团，争夺

一个更好的视野，更多的阳光，或者贪图

更多的荫凉 —— 你一定无法想象它们只是

站在那里，爱着

每一刻，爱着鸟或虚空，黑暗的年轮

缓慢而无声地

增长，除了风的拜访，一切

毫无变化，只是沉浸于

它自己的心境，你一定无法想象

那样的忍耐和幸福。

"For example, what the trees do

not only inlightning storms

or the watery dark of a summer’s night

or under the white nets of winter

but now, and now, and now– whenever

we’re not looking. Surely you can’t imagine

they don’t dance, from the root up, wishing

to travel a little, not cramped so much as wanting

a better view, or more sun, or just as avidly

more shade–surely you can’t imagine they just

stand there loving every

minute of it, the birds or the emptiness, the dark rings

of the years slowly and without a sound

thickening, and nothing different unless the wind,

and then only in its own mood, comes

to visit, surely you can’t imagine

patience, and happiness, like that.”

配图为比利时 画家Rene Magritte的Le Seize Septembre