晚春的一座花园

A garden

忍冬花和懒散的鸟儿

late spring, honeysuckle and lazy birds

沉甸甸地缀满丛林栀子花和晚香玉

heavy with the round scent

圆润的香气。

of tuberoses and jungle gardenia.

这里有一个男人

There is a man

穿着让他的大腿

in boots that make his thighs

看起来极具杀伤力的靴子

look lethal   with a whip

他有鞭子 没有马刺

no spurs

中世纪的忧伤充满双眼

medieval sorrow in his eyes

或在嘴角萦绕。

or around the mouth, maybe.

他是危险的

He is dangerous

在这个地方

in this place he has

他有着精钢一样的生殖力。

the fertility of steel.

这里有一个女人

There is a woman

穿着藤绿色的修女服

in a vine green habit   her

她的血管紫红，

veins are purple, her blue

双目碧蓝。

eyes. She is blonde

她的头发是金色的，

though sometimes brunette:

虽然有时更像黑发女郎:

     “My horse is lamed

“我的马瘸了

       I was riding, I...”

我正在骑它，我……”

And — still in the heavy air

然后——还是在这沉甸甸的空气中

they push each other down

他们把彼此推倒

like dogs with fleas

就像生了跳蚤的狗

under the bushes, in them.

倒在灌林丛下，

彼此推倒，彼此进入。

The camera pans to the nearest tree

the cat approaches like a panther.

镜头摇向最近的乔木

She is also in boots

一只猫在靠近就像黑色美豹虎。

like an empress

她也穿着靴子

who loves horses.

就像喜欢骑马的皇后。

The man puts on spurs:

那个男人戴上了马刺：

there is combat

这里有一场战斗

     his knightly despair

他那骑士的绝望

     her deathly power.

她那杀人的力量。

The witch burns, finally —

女巫在燃烧，最终——

the lamed horse returns.

那匹瘸马回来了。

                      Love you,

                         Lanita

我爱你，

拉妮塔。