夏宇·《摩擦 无以名狀》英译

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kitty       today      I heard

you call me     back     to a

mixed-up       baroque

understanding        kitty the problem

is my             forgetting

is like     a ghost    my

crime      is like   an opera I

my  lost       sleep      wilderness

excursions      the prob- lem      is

kitty       my revolving

if  it      were       meaningless

my weakness   is

that  regret    I   my

warm this       this

ambivalence    kitty

my  twinkling       my punch

is just      its

most       beloved fish