Pain

If you feel pain

You are alive

And if you feel the pain of others 

You are a human

— Leo Tolstoy

1.

For every river,

They said it will end

Into the ocean.

I haven’t seen any proof.

I don’t know where the water is running to,

But I believe it.

2.

In the spring they will

Come back, you said, from the deadest winter：

Dandelions, the thousand unnamed

Creatures. One of them

Is me.

3.

I am traveling north.

I am traveling with a book, and

Wine. Outside my train’s

Window, you will see first,

The city,

Skyscrapers, millions of

Cars, and bikers.

You will see the crossroads with flashing traffic lights,

Screaming demonstrators 

Holding signs that said

“Save trees”,

And exhaust pipes blowing smoke.

And now we are passing

The border, following a river,

We are coming into

Stones and silence —

We are coming into the sky.

4.

And you are the tree who’s not

Crying. You are a thousand cuts

After a battle — I sit with you —

We have a book, and wine,

Red as ruby

We have a window seat.

Can’t you see now? We have

The best view

Of the mountains.

You don’t have to know 

The next stop, we are traveling 

North.

5.

For every man —

We have dreams.

For every decent man —

We have shoulders.

6.

This pain —

The sensation of the cuttings,

Bleeding, and oftentimes

Non-descriptive boredom.

This unawakened and never to be wakened 

Morning.

This separation of something, everything —

We don’t yet know.

7.

Lean on me, if you wish.

Close your eyes.

I will read a chapter of this book

In your sleep.

8.

This book, I am going to title it

The Book of No Reason.

I will title it

The Book of A Season.

9.

In the River, we are dreams.

On its land, we stare into

A forest.

I will tell you this, but only this once —

I will tell the trees to follow

The river. And I will tell

The River to sleep.

And to wake in a faraway

Farm, with horses

And dogs.

I will tell many things of

Nothing.

I will tell the wounded.

I will tell the dead,

And the living,

And the happy ones,

Sad ones,

Capable and incapable.

Women and men,

Children and their parents,

Grandparents.

Of animals.

I will tell the butterflies,

Geese flying to the south,

The lake, and its sounding chimneys

With smokes

I will tell all of them.

10.

In a little while

We will stop.

In a little while —

The night will succeed

And the day won’t surrender.

In a little while.

Just

A

Little

While.

疼痛

若你能感觉疼痛

你仍活着

但若你能感受他人之痛

你才可称为人

— 列夫· 托尔斯泰

1.

任何一条河流，

他们说，终将归还

海洋

我毫无凭证

也不清楚水都流往何方

但我相信如此

2.

春天来后，一切便将

回返，有人告诉我，在死亡冬天的尽头。

蒲公英，还有许多无法命名的

生命。其中一个

便是我。

3.

我正向北而去。

与我同行的有书本

和酒。列车

窗口外， 你将首先看见

城市，

摩天高楼，成千上万的

汽车，脚踏车。

你会看见街灯闪动的十字路口。

游行示威者

高举旗号，

上面写满了“拯救树木”的词语，

冒着浓烟的汽车排气管。

现在我们正跨越

交界线，跟随着河流。

我们正进入

石头和沉默 —

我们正朝着天空前行。

4.

而你正是一棵不再哭泣的

树，你是那带满一千个搏斗中

切开的伤口 — 我与你一同坐着 —

我们捧着书本，还有酒，

大红宝石的色彩。

我们坐在紧靠窗口的坐位上。

你看见了吗？我们有

可以望见山顶的

最好位子。

你无需知晓我们的

行程，我们正朝

北方而上。

5.

对于每个人 —

我们都有自己的梦想。

对于每个不含恶意的人 —

我们有相互的肩膀。

6.

这疼痛 —

伤口带给我们的感觉

滴血，和语言无法形容的

枯燥乏味。

尚未醒来也不会醒来的

清晨。

个体，或整体的分割 —

我们尚未知晓。

7.

靠上我，如果你想要的话。

闭上眼，

让我在你睡梦的间隙

读一小章节。

8.

我把这本书命名为

无理之书。

我把这本书叫着

季节之书。

9.

河流里，我们便是梦想

在它的土地上，我们辽望

一片森林

我告诉你吧，但我就说这一次 —

我将告诉森林

尽情沿着河流走，我将告诉河流

睡去，并只在到了远方的农场之后

醒来，与马相伴

还有狗。

我将告诉无形之物

所有该告诉的事情 —

告诉受过伤的

死亡了的

告诉活着的

快乐的

或伤心的

能干的或无能的

女人或者男人

儿童们，还有他们的父母

祖父母

各种生物

我将告诉纷飞的蝴蝶

南移之雁

湖泊，和围绕湖泊四周烟囱里冒着烟的

房屋

我将告诉听得见我的所有人。

10.

再一阵子，

我们便可停下。

再过一小阵子 —

夜将会达到目的，

但白日也不会轻易认降。

再一阵子。

再

过

一

小

阵子。

2024-11-10