▍月亮
打开夜晚这本书,翻到
月亮,总是月亮,浮现在
两朵云之间的一页,它缓缓地移动,时间
好像已经过去了,在你翻开下一页之前,
在那里,月亮,现在更亮了,它垂下一条路
引领你离开熟悉的一切,
到那些你希望的事情发生的地方,
它孤独的音节像一个句子悬在
感觉的边缘,等待你再一次说出
它的名字,当你从书页上抬眼
然后合上书本,依然感觉到它好像
住在那片光里,那个骤然而降的声音的天堂。
Moon
Open thebook of evening to the page
wherethe moon, always the moon, appears
betweentwo clouds, moving so slowly that hours
willseem to have passed before you reach the next page
wherethe moon, now brighter, lowers a path
to leadyou away from what you have known
intothose places where what you had wished for happens,
its lonesyllable like a sentence poised
at theedge of sense, waiting for you to say its name
oncemore as you lift your eyes from the page
andclose the book, still feeling what it was like
to dwellin that light, that sudden paradise of sound.
作者 / 马克·斯特兰德,舒丹丹译
朗读 / Jeffry
制作 / 钟平
出品 / 读首诗再睡觉(dushoushizaishuijiao)