推 Boubou8: 02/18 09:08
The Rest by Margaret Atwood
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剩下的我們這些人從籬笆後面望出去
當那女人以殘缺的姿態大步移動
進入她的痛苦好似進入了一場緩慢的競賽。
我們看著她的身體動作著
但是沒有聽見聲響，或者我們聽見
聲響但那不是語言；或者我們認出
那種語言我們不懂
還不懂。我們可以清楚的看見她
但對她來說那是在黑色煙霧裡奔跑。
她裡面成群的細胞不斷膨脹
像沸騰的麥片粥，也急切生長著，
像是葡萄，我們想。或者我們想到
在泥漿裡爆炸；但是我們什麼都不懂。
圍繞著我們的那些樹呀
和那些青草及寬恕一同照亮，
那樣的綠啊且一年
的這時候看來如此健康。
我們想要叫喊些什麼，
朝她。某種形式的歡呼吧。
有痛苦，不過還未抵達任何東西呢。
原文：
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence
as the woman moves with her jagged stride
into her pain as if into a slow race.
We see her body in motion
but hear no sounds, or we hear
sounds but no language; or we know
it is not a language we know
yet. We can see her clearly
but for her it is running in black smoke.
The cluster of cells in her swelling
like porridge boiling, and bursting,
like grapes, we think. Or we think of
explosions in mud; but we know nothing.
All around us the trees
and the grasses light up with forgiveness,
so green and at this time
of the year healthy.
We would like to call something
out to her. Some form of cheering.
There is pain but no arrival at anything.
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