Poems
Waves, Cords
浪，绳
Faces and names warm waves kept washing in,
Decades of faces that recur, no matter
If names don’t surface, drowned out now, unlike
Their words and voiceprints—counsel, banter, twists
Of phrasing still heard even if the speakers
Have slipped away in some rough undertow,
Departures now confirmed or probable,
Given how many rising tides have fallen.
面孔与名字，暖浪不断涌来，几十年的面孔反复出现，无论名字是否浮现，如今已被淹没，不似它们的言语与声纹——劝诫、戏谑、措辞的转折，依然可闻，即便说话者已在某股汹涌的暗流中滑离，那些离去如今已被证实或近乎确定，鉴于多少涨潮已然退落。
The psyche: a kind of twine, a cordage spun
Of optic fibre drawn from a thousand minds—
Strands this instant wondering if yarns
Of mine in turn wound up in others’ cable,
A hawser mooring then to now and selves
Whose face and words remain, if not their names.
心灵：一种麻线，一股绞绳，由千颗心灵抽出的光纤纺成——此刻这些线缕正想着，我的故事是否也反过来缠进了他人的缆绳，一根系泊缆，把彼时系到此刻，系到那些面孔与言语犹存、名字或已不在的自我。