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本帖最后由 雷克 于 2009-12-29 04:43 编辑
阴谋家
失眠。近处的森林,恐惧
笼罩着守林人的手。
房间里白色天花板
同黑暗一起不安地低落下来。
蜘蛛爬出,藏身在
每一只咖啡壶上。
害怕?我知道,如果现在将手伸出
会触碰到一件旧物,三英寸长
裸露着牙齿。
亲爱的,是时候了。
我知道你藏在
那些无辜的花朵的后面。
出来吧。别怕,
没事的,我保证。
听…
门轻轻的扣响
是那个男人,他会吐露这些
而不是用枪指着你的头。
雷克 译
CONSPIRATORS
No sleep. Somewhere near here in the woods, fear
envelops the hands of the lookout.
The white ceiling of our room
has lowered alarmingly with dark.
Spiders come out to plant themselves
on every coffee mug.
Afraid? I know if I put out my hand
I will touch an old shoe three inches long
With bared teeth.
Sweetheart, it’s time.
I know you’re concealed there behind
that innocent handful of flowers.
Come out.
Don’t worry, I promise you.
Listen…
There is the rap on the door.
But the man who was going to deliver this
Instead points a gun at your head.
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