有人抓住詩人的衣領
憤怒地要他解釋他的詩
爲何是枯枝而不是綠葉
爲何是沙漠而不是平原
詩人訕笑，舉起手中紙張：
這哪裏是詩！這不過是
我可詛咒的行爲的報應
我試圖不動口而說出話語
不動筆而寫下故事
我的語言因此而死
放開你左手中的我的衣領——因爲這無濟於事
再放開你右手中我的喉嚨

2020.5.26, 2023.8.16


Explanation

Someone grabbed the poet by the collar
And angrily asked him to explain his poem
Why it is a withered branch and not a green leaf
Why is it a desert and not a green plain?
The poet laughs and holds up the paper in his hand:
This is no poem! This is nothing but
The punishment of my damnable deed.
I tried to speak without speaking.
I tried to write a story without writing.
And thus my words die.
Let go of my collar in your left hand - because it won't help.
And release my throat from your right.

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