translated by Fiona Sze-Lorrain
種在夏天的一棵樹
我喜歡 這棵樹 我向它走近
我向完美 更完美走近 一棵樹
絕對有可能完美 黃色皮膚
黑亮眼睛 纖細四肢 春天時
睫毛一閃一閃 夏天甩著長頭髮
秋天它會彎腰 冬天雪可能
落下 蓋住它一半的靈魂
另一半甦醒 向東方探索 但不
急躁 樹 絕對有可能前進 前進
到最完美的故鄉 所有親人聚集
坐在小板凳上 品味某些事物 掉落的
某些事物 就被稱做故鄉 只是因為
掉落 例如有花瓣的裙子 例如毛毛蟲
還有你 被風托著的小小馬尾 我記住
並且費心 把它種下 這棵樹就住著
一個母親 夏天的時候 就生出一種
味道
A Tree Planted in Summer
I fancy this tree I approach it
approach perfection approach more perfectly a tree
can absolutely be perfect yellow skin
black shiny eyes four slender limbs in spring
eyelashes twinkle it swings its long hair in summer
bends over in autumn snow may fall
in winter covering half its soul
the other half comes to life explores the east but
patiently a tree can absolutely advance advance
to the most perfect hometown all kin gather
to sit on little stools savoring things fallen
things will be known as hometown only because
they’ve fallen for instance a skirt with petals for instance a caterpillar
and you a little ponytail dragged by wind I remember
and go out of my way to plant it in this tree lives
a mother in summer she gives birth
to a flavor
說話人
1
我是說話人
我來自第一世紀
我要說
茶樹
在山坡上
發亮
2
我想到你們中間——
竹子
蕨類
香蕉林
深綠和淺綠
住在一起
我想到你們中間——
我也可以
綠得像
什麼
3
十萬張
萬萬張
億萬張
金面
菩薩
住在山中
太陽露臉了——
我也是金面
只因一時
經過了
那座山
4
告訴你
故鄉是黑色的
居民穴處
和禽獸同寢
世紀之前——
水白色
和綠色
輪值
那時魔鬼
也要出現
——只因我們
總不了解
宇宙
The One Who Speaks
1
I am the one who speaks
I hail from the first century
I want to say
tea trees
are glowing
on the hill
2
I want to be among you—
bamboos
ferns
banana forest
dark and light green
living together
I want to be among you—
I too can be
green like
anything
3
a hundred thousand
a hundred million
a billion
golden Bodhisattva
faces
live in the mountain
the sun shows up—
my face is golden too
only because I happen
to pass by
that mountain
4
let me tell you
hometown is black
residents sleep with beasts
in mountain caves
before Christ—
water rotated
in white
and green
devils too
appeared then
—just that we
have never understood
the cosmos
頭城
——悼F
初夏的黃昏你最好
坐6點5分那班火車
龜山島的腳剛被薄霧洗過
房屋的白牆壁
把黑窗襯得更黑
黑得有點讓人心動
然後火車經過隧道
然後樹也變黑了
然後比豔藍還亮的淺藍布帘
漸漸掉落火車的窗口
最後掉在村子裏
電線桿的路燈上
那時你特別聽到
跌落山谷的一面鐘
細細叫著蟬一樣地叫
向右掠過水域騷動
龜山島淺淺的睡眠
列車長來剪票了不知為什麼
他說了謝謝又說旅途愉快
而那正是我想對你說的
Toucheng
—Elegy for F
in an early summer dusk you’d better
take the 6:05 train
the feet of Turtle Island cleansed by mist
white walls in houses
black windows in a blacker contrast
that moves one to tears
and the train passes through a tunnel
and trees blacken
and pale blue drapes brighter than cobalt blue
slowly fall off the train windows
falling at last on the village
on streetlights of power poles
at that moment you hear
a clock fall off a valley
cry softly like a cicada
skim past water on the right stirring
the light slumber of Turtle Island
a conductor punches the tickets and not knowing why
he says thank you and bon voyage
the words I want to tell you
Toucheng is a town in Ilan County. Turtle Island (Guishan Island) is a volcanic islet and famous tourist destination. Visible from Ilan, it is approximately ten kilometers east of the coast of Toucheng.
尾巴
「我常常感覺不住在
這裏。
我的外觀有一點改變。
十年前的臉頰豐腴一些。
眼珠子也比較明亮。」
「但名字還是一樣。
還是被認出。也跟人去
看電影。定時坐火車。」
「拿鑰匙開門回家。
有人喊我。我也回應。」
「奔跑時也希望神在
旁邊幫助我。」
「被噪音觸怒且無可奈何時
知道神的力量有限。」
縱然──
「沒有人知道，一些話語被吞下
進入胃成為食糜，到了小腸
大腸。再排泄出來成了
什麼形狀。」
「沒有人知道另一群親友團
進入我的莊園，在種植，
工作，且生產花蜜。」
「沒有人知道一個夢進入
夜晚，在搬演一些我親手
撰寫的劇本。」
「沒有人知道我讀書時凝神
看向虛無──我問話時的遲疑
我回答時的隨機──」
「有時我噑叫。笑出聲來。
心臟劇烈跳動。」
「是來自不被看見的尾巴──
頭上的角，手臂裏的翅膀。」
Tail
I often feel as if I don’t quite live
here
my looks have changed slightly
plumper cheeks ten years back
brighter eyes
but my name remains unchanged
still recognizable I go to the movies
with others take train rides at fixed time
holding a key I open the door and go home
someone calls me I respond
when I run I hope for God
to help me by my side
infuriated by noise and helpless
I know God’s strength is limited
even though—
no one knows some words once swallowed
become chyme in the stomach, into intestines
small and large turn into any shape
in excretion
no one knows a group of friends and kin
enters my villa, planting
working, producing nectar
no one knows a dream enters
night, staging some plays
I write by myself
no one knows I read with rapt attention
look to nothingness—my doubt when questioning
randomness, when I reply—
sometimes I howl laugh out loud
heart palpitating
from an invisible tail—
horns on the head, wings in arms