答  問
 
 ——給費迎曉
 
 
 1
 所以，小姐，一旦我們問：“為什麼？”
 那延宕著的就變成了質疑。
 它就像一柄劍在匣中鳴叫著，雖然
 佩劍的人還沒誕生。迄今為止
 詩歌並未超越那尖銳的聲音。
 
 
 2
 我們不過是流星。原初的
 沉睡著，有待叩問，但歲月匆匆。
 當一行文字迷失於霧中，我們身上的逝者
 總會適時回來，憤怒地反駁，
 或微笑著為我們指點迷津。
 3
 寫作是一扇門，開向原野，
 我們的進出也是太陽每天的升降，
 有一種恍惚難以抵達。於是秋天走來，
 塗抹體內的色彩，使它深化，
 然後消隱，像火狐的一瞥。
 
 
 4
 這些是差異：過去意味著反復，
 未來難以預測；面對著面的人，
 陷入大洋的沉默。而風在驅體的邊緣
 捲曲。風搖著我們，像搖著帆，
 不知不覺中完成了過渡。
 
 
 5
 所以我們必須警惕身分不明的，
 長久失蹤的東西，隸屬於更大的傳統，
 在更遠的地方移動，遮蔽在光線中
 真實，像一隻準確無誤的杯子，
 被突然遞到我們面前。

  
 RRPLY
 
 ——To Fei Yingxiao
 
 
 1
 So, Miss, once we ask, “Why?”
 The delay becomes a query.
 It is the twang of the sword in its sheath, even if
 the swordsman is not born yet. Till this day,
 poetry hasn’t transcended that piercing sound.
 
 
 2
 We’re merely shooting stars. The beginning
 is asleep, waiting for a query, but time slides by.
 When a line of words gets lost in the fog, the dead among us
 will come back in time, retorting with anger,
 or pointing the way for us with a smile. 
 
 
 
 
 3
 Writing is a door, opening towards the champaign,
 our entry and exit are the same as the daily rising and the setting of the sun,
 as if in a trance a destination is beyond reach. And autumn comes,
 daubing colors of the body, making them darker,
 and then vanishes, like the look of  a red fox.
 
 
 4
 These are the differences: the past means repetition,
 the future is unpredictable; facing each other people,
 sink into the silence of the ocean. And the wind on the margins of the body
 curls. The wind is rocking us like rocking a sail,
 and completes the transition unwittingly.
 
 
 5
 So we must watch for those that are unidentifiable,
 those that are lost for a while, those that belong to a greater tradition,
 and move in a place of greater distance, hiding in the rays of light
 Truth is suddenly delivered to our face
 like a perfectly made cup.

(Tr. by Li Dian)