笔记 ◎辛波丝卡 (林蔚昀译)
活着──这是唯一的途径
长满绿叶
在沙滩上喘息
展翅飞翔
当一条狗
或是抚摸狗温暖的皮毛
把痛
和所有不是痛的东西分开
处在各种事件里
或是在风景中迷失
在所有的错误之中寻找那个最轻微的
这是一个难得的机会
你可以在一瞬之间记得
在那熄灭的灯旁边
曾经有过什么样的对话
至少一次
被石头绊倒
或是在某场雨中淋湿
把钥匙忘在草地上
或是以目光追随风中的火星
同时不断地
不知道某件重要的事
A Note
Life is the only way
to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand,
rise on wings;
to be a dog,
or stroke its warm fur;
to tell pain
from everything it's not;
to squeeze inside events,
dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.
An extraordinary chance
to remember for a moment
a conversation held
with the lamp switched off;
and if only once
to stumble upon a stone,
end up soaked in one downpour or another,
mislay your keys in the grass;
and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;
and to keep on not knowing
something important.