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让我们别再提及爱
原作:Selima Hill
译者:Tanya
别再提及我们的爱,行吗?
——别说我其实深陷其中,难以自拔,行不行?
别提及你那肿胀的面目,就像朵木兰花;
还有那袋类动物,
让我渴望的爬入,使双唇优先抵达,
它那小巧,呆钝的袋囊;
别提及百万瀑布飞流坠落
——好似爱是那通过潮湿隧道的迷宫滴滴答答
才能进入那隐匿湖底的玻璃穹窿,
我期盼,我祈祷,我在里面永远不被揪出。
漆黑的夜晚梦见你卧室被鸭子塞满。
而你带着捣碎麦片与炒蛋的味道困在其间。
一些鸭子正在孵卵而不能起来。
而你各色的妻子用她们手指
如鸭喙一样伸向你私密的地段。
而你横躺在床上,好似男人本不该有的姿势。
嘎吱嘎吱碾压玻璃声惊醒了我,我惊愕
仿佛整个事件都是关于瓦解毁灭,
水一股脑地倾注,随着鱼儿们冲出
用他们低下的口饮啜发着咕噜咕噜。
Don’t Let’s Talk About Being In Love
Selima Hill
Don’t let’s talk about being in love,OK?
-about me being in love, in fact,OK?
About your bloated face, like a magnolia;
About marsupials,
Whose little blunted pouches
I’d like to crawl inside, lips first;
About the crashing of a million waterfalls
- as if LOVE were a dome of glass beneath a lake
entered through a maze of dripping tunnels
I hope and prayed I’d never be found inside.
At night I dream that your bedroom’s crammed with ducks.
You smell of mashed-up meal and scrambled egg.
Some of the ducks are broody,and won’t stand up.
And I dream of the fingers of your various wives
reaching into your private parts like beaks.
And you’re lying across the bed like a man should’t be.
And I’m startled awake by the sound of creaking glass
as if the whole affair’s about to collapse
and water come pouring in with a rush of fishes
going slurpetty-slurpetty-slurp with their low-slung mouths.
作者简介:
Poet Selima Hill was born on 13 October 1945 in London, England and grew up in rural England and Wales. She read Moral Sciences at New Hall, Cambridge (1965-7). She regularly collaborates with artists and has worked on multimedia projects with the Royal Ballet, Welsh National Opera and BBC Bristol. She is a tutor at the Poetry School in London, and has taught creative writing in hospitals and prisons.
Selima Hill, a poet of the late twentieth and twenty-first centuries, has been described as a risk-taker, and her poetry as seriously comical. She deals with sexuality, erotic love, and disturbed mental states, all from a female point of view. Her poetry volumes are often comprised of very short poems in a sequence spoken by a single voice. Her imagery is surreal and sometimes whimsical.
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