Men are running across a field,

写信

pens fall from their pockets.

People out walking will pick them up.

作者 马克-斯特兰德

It is one of the ways letters are written.

致 理查德-霍华德

How things fall to others!

The self no longer belonging to me, but asleep

in a stranger’s shadow, now clothing

the stranger, now leading him off.

有人曾在田野追逐，

钢笔从口袋中荡落。

It is noon as I write to you.

被散步的人捡到。

Someone’s life has come into my hands.

用来写信。

The sun whitens the buildings.

It is all I have. I give it all to you.Yours,

事物总会沦落他境！

自我不再自控，沉眠于

他者阴影之中，为其鲜衣

又引其前行。

我在正午时分写信给你。

某人的命运落入我掌心。

日光刷白了楼宇。

凡是我所有，我皆倾付予你。谨上，

Anzo 20211128

译者：黄展锋小朋友