佈道者
 
 
 我四處游走，飄忽於精神之上
 經歷石頭和花朵。一件事物
 與一件事物，一雙手
 和另一雙手，它們都是我溝通的目的
 
 我巧舌如簧
 鑽營在事件與事件的中心
 我大氣一樣彌漫，不可抵禦
 集合起雲
 和渙散的人心
 無孔不入。帶著乾糧，水
 一身清涼的火焰
 
 在富有質感的遊說中，我被他們悄悄抽象
 出神入化  親近我宗教的面頰
 以異端的嘴巴
 
 老謀深算，我要的就是這些外衣
 剝開它們
 或者就被它們封閉

 EVANGELIST
 
 
 I wander in all quarters, my vagaries not weighted by spirit
 experiencing stone and flower, one object
 after another, pair after pair of hands 
 with all of them I aim to communicate
 
 With mellifluous tongue
 I worm into the center of this and that event
 Pervasive as a weather front, not to be held off
 I gather new clouds
 And demoralized hearts
 Slipping in everywhere, packing rations and water
 Having about me a cool balm of flame
 
 During my textured presentation, I find myself abstracted
 By their magical aptness   and my religious cheek
 Feels a pagan mouth draw close
 
 Plotting many moves ahead, I need just such garments
 Either to strip them off
 Or be enclosed by them
 
 (Tr. by Denis Mair)

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 主與客
 
 
 與你談話，很快活。
 你故意用生活是如此糟糕之類的話來引起
 我的煩躁。痙攣與和解之類。
 
 新居的空氣，在玻璃框裏。
 沒有人覺得反常，有一天
 我請你來做客
 談詩，喝浸了蟲子的酒。
 不問你是誰，是什麼人，有沒有
 對新鮮事物的適應性。
 你沒有，我敬你一杯。
 你是身體複雜的侏儒，我敬你一杯。
 你是一邊旋轉一邊進食的獵奇者，我敬你一杯。
 
 拿起電話時我還在想：新居可以
 用來幹什麼。幹什麼呢？
 會飛的蟲子有一顆病人的腦袋，漁夫捕魚
 總要網吧？我們可以例外？
 最終你只是你就像
 我只是我。如果我趕你走，那意思就是
 我煩透了，尼安德特人撞見了比利時人。 

 HOST AND GUEST 
 
 Talking to you makes me happy
 You say things on purpose like “what a rotten life”
 To put me on edge. Spasms and relief are the point.
 
 The air of a new house, in a window frame
 Nobody feels abnormal, one day
 I invite you to visit me
 We talk about poetry, drink pickled-insect wine.
 I do not ask who and what you are, whether you are
 adapting to new things.
 You are not. I drink a toast to you.
 You are a dwarf with a complex physique—here’s to you,
 A novelty hound picking morsels from a rotating tray—here’s to you.
 
 Holding a telephone, I am still thinking: what’s the use of
 my new house? What will I do with it？
 A flying insect has a patient’s head. One way or another
 A fisherman needs a net. Can we be the exception?
 Finally you are nothing but yourself just as
 I am nothing but myself. If I drive you away, it implies that
 I am much annoyed, the Neanderthal has met the Belgian
 
 (Tr. by Denis Mair)