Verse.

1.

In the phone photograph | of us in the orchard now, | Parry Hold a tin pitcher | with our mother's ashes | and we three look small, | wizended almost, in our grief.

/Jane Mead

母亲过世，所有人因为悲伤的缘故都变得小而干瘪。

2.

Yet he holds this pose | as if no one will notice what frauds we are, | as if some world around him is about to make sense, | some answer has almost arrived. Almost.

/Matthew Olzmann

当你凝视雕塑 “思想者” 的复制品，他思考时严肃而紧绷的姿态让你觉得无解：他是一个尝试思考的人造物，他是一个尝试思考的人造物的复制品。他和思考越像，越只是模仿。

3.

it may be assumed that eventually everyone gets in | The bath has a place in our lives and our place is | Within it we have control of how much hot how much cold | What to pour in how long we want to stay when to | Return is inevitable because we need something | To define ourselves against even if we know that | Whenever we want we can pull the plug and get out | Which is not the case with our own tighter confinement | Inside the body oh pity the bathtub but pity us too

/Matthea Harvey

泡澡的过程让你获得了掌控感；水的温度，浸泡的时长，放水的契机都由你说了算。于是你开始可怜浴缸。可一想到自己居然要用泡澡的细节来确认自己是谁，如何存在，你顿时觉得自己比浴缸还要可怜。

4.

Maybe my body was all there, / there, in the hotel room, / liquor-shot and reaching / in every direction / for an answer, / a complete sentence, or, / if nothing else, an exit, / a view, at least, of what / waits on the other side / of despair,

/Franny Choi

当你环顾四周，找不到一个完整的句子的时候，你有权利感到绝望。

5.

I waked to the sheets I kicked aside, / and examine where they've failed to mend / their own creases, resembling some silken / obstruction, something pulled / from my father's chest, a bad heart, / a lung, // the lung of the Famous Black Poet / saying nothing I want to understand.

/Carl Phillips

被子无法复原自己的褶皱，是否就像我们无法修复自己的缺陷？我们心中，又有哪些问题是 silken obstruction：看似良性，实则永远无法克服？

6.

and you resign yourself / to your dead weight, when ascending is / the only right move and you know it, you know // you're in the part nobody reads.

/Carl Phillips

有比 “人生在世，什么痕迹都没有留下” 更遗憾的吗？有，是 “你奋力留下的痕迹除了你没有人在乎”。