In the walled garden, surrounded by cold marble

在花园围墙里，被冰冷的大理石

and rows of sanctioned lime trees, I grow

和服刑的椴树环绕，我在抵抗着欲望

defenseless against desire—I almost touch

但逐渐被缴械——我几乎

myself remembering your scent, time zones away,

触碰自己去回忆你的气味，数个时区的距离，

clean first, then that sourness

开始是纯洁的，然后是性爱后的

after sex. My eye is a slow thief, it stops

酸涩。我的眼睛是一个迟缓的盗贼，它的每次停留

for so little: under the orange tree, a young woman

都得到的那么少：在橘子树下，一位年轻女子

lifts from her lover’s hair a praying mantis,

从恋人的头发中捉起一只螳螂，

its green intelligence like calligraphy

它绿色的智慧在她的手上，

on her hand. Children scream, a man wipes

有如书法。孩子们尖叫，一个男人

oil with bread—people still go to lunch

在往面包上抹油——人们在战争中仍然

within a war, can you believe it?

在吃午饭，你能相信吗？

It is here I understand I am free, I am perpetual,

在这里我理解我是自由的，我是永恒的，

because it is you who hungers me.

因为你是那个让我渴望的人。