阿姆斯特丹的河流
 
 
 十一月入夜的城市
 惟有阿姆斯特丹的河流
 
 突然
 
 我家樹上的桔子
 在秋風中晃動
 
 我關上窗戶，也沒有用
 河流倒流，也沒有用
 那鑲滿珍珠的太陽，升起來了
 
 也沒有用
 鴿群像鐵屑散落
 沒有男孩子的街道突然顯得空闊
 
 秋雨過後
 那爬滿蝸牛的屋頂
 ——我的祖國
 
 從阿姆斯特丹的河上，緩緩駛過……

 在英格蘭
 
 
 當教堂的尖頂與城市的煙囪沉下地平線後
 英格蘭的天空，比情人的低語聲還要陰暗
 兩個盲人手風琴演奏者，垂首走
 
 沒有農夫，便不會有晚禱
 沒有墓碑，便不會有朗誦者
 兩行新栽的蘋果樹，刺痛我的心
 
 是我的翅膀使我出名，是英格蘭
 使我到達我被失去的地點
 記憶，但不再留下犁溝
 
 恥辱，那是我的地址
 整個英格蘭，沒有一個女人不會親嘴
 整個英格蘭，容不下我的驕傲
 
 從指甲縫中隱藏的泥土，我
 認出我的祖國——母親
 已被打進一個小包裹，遠遠寄走……
 
 (1989－1990)
 
 
 
 AMSTERDAM’S RIVERS
 
 
 a city at nightfall in November
 and nothing but Amsterdam's rivers
 
 suddenly
 
 the orange on the tree back home
 is shaking in the autumn winds
 
 I close the window, but it's no use
 the rivers flow backward, but it's no use
 the sun inlaid with pearls has risen
 
 but it's no use
 pigeons flutter like iron filings
 streets without boys suddenly seem empty
 
 after the autumn rain
 that roof crawling with snails
 – my native land
 
 slowly sailing by on Amsterdam's rivers...

 IN ENGLAND
 
 
 once church spires and city chimneys sink below the horizon
 England's skies are gloomier than lovers' whispers
 two blind accordion players walk by, heads bowed
  
 without peasants, there would be no evening prayers
 without tombstones, there would be no declaimers
 two rows of newly planted apple trees sting my heart
  
 it is my wings that bring me fame, it is England
 that makes me reach the place where I was lost
 memories, but no longer leaving furrows
  
 shame is my address
 in all of England, there's not one woman who will not kiss
 all of England is too small for my pride
  
 in mud hidden in the cracks of my nails, I
 recognize my native land – mother
 stuffed into a small parcel, and sent far away...
 
 (1989-1990)  (Tr. by Maghiel van Crevel)