文◎雷蒙德·卡佛 绘◎马豆子

爱这个字

文◎雷蒙德·卡佛 绘◎马豆子

This Word Love

I will not go when she calls

Even if she says I love you,

Especially that,

Even though she swears

And promises nothing

But love love.

The light in this room

Covers every thing equally;

My arm throws

no shadow even,

It too is consumed with light.

But this word love ——

This word grows dark, grows

Heavy and shake itself

And begins to eat

Through this paper.

Listen.

我不会去尽管她召唤

哪怕她说我爱你

那就更不会去了

尽管她诅咒

发誓说除了爱

还是爱

房间里的灯光

均匀覆盖着

所有的一切

连我的手臂都甩不出影子

它也被光吞噬了

但爱这个字——

这个字在逐渐变暗，变得

沉重和摇摆不定

并开始侵蚀

这一页纸

你听