周梦蝶·《九行》英译

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你以自己拉响自己

拉得很满，很满。

每天有太阳从东方摇落

一颗颗金红的秋之完成

于你风干了的手中。

为什么不生出千手千眼来？

既然你有很多很多秋天

很多很多等待摇落的自己。

Nine Lines

Zhou Mengdie

Your shadow is a bow.

And with yourself you draw yourself

full: so full it hums.

Every day, out of the east, a sun’s shaken down:

ball after ball of copper-red autumn, completed

in your wind-dried hands.

Why don’t you grow a thousand hands, a thousand eyes?

—you have so many autumns:

so many selves, waiting to be shaken down.