诗：城市

一个核桃

被刻上四种动物的月亮

街头艺人小声演奏

远风和落日

像针头，刺向大雾

猫在翻滚，隔着橱窗

看自己，捧着玫瑰的样子

手捧核桃，走向街尾

寻找广场中心的雕塑

这世界满是叶的餐馆

盛载自己的汁液

又漫无目的地洒向地面

猫眼突然在窥看我

看我打开核桃，不痛不痒

在铺开的城市里，

无罪通向月亮——死去又复活的月亮

沙铺开，堆成楼与灯

堆成一条路

很少人从它上面走过

City

A walnut

With four animals’ moon carved into it.

A street artist’s playing quietly

The far wind and sunset

Like a needle, piercing the fog.

A cat is rolling over, through the window

Looking at himself, holding a rose.

Walnuts in hand, walking towards the end of the street,

Searching the sculpture in the centre of the plaza.

The world is full of leaves’ restaurant,

Carrying their own juices,

And spill them pointlessly on the ground.

The cat’s eyes are suddenly watching me,

Watching me open a walnut. It doesn’t hurt.

In the sprawling city,

Sinlessness leads to the moon – the dead and resurrected moon.

Sand spread out, piled up into buildings and lights

Forming a way,

On which very few people have walked.