童年
罗宾·罗伯森
最后一瓶柠檬汁泼洒出来
跌进水坑,冒着凉气。童年,
太阳走了,于是他们收拾行李,
赶在这回家的时刻。海浪温暖地
绕着我的双膝,仿佛是我掘出一道浅沟,
摇摆的光线,因来到这里而欢欣,
梦想着那个我会在气垫床上醒来的夜晚
大脑也走了音调,在通往斯塔万格或奥斯陆的航线
A CHILDHOOD
The last bottle of lemonade is nodding
in the rock pool,keeping cold.A childhood,
the sun is going,that they're packing up,
that it's almost time for home.The low waves
warm round my knees as I dig in,
panning for light,happy to be here,dreaming
of the evening I'll wake on the lilo
singing my head off,somewhere
in the sea-lanes to Stavanger,or Oslo.
——选自《纽约客》2012年6月18日刊 |