Poems
Clarion
克拉里昂
April 13, 2026
There are people who don’t hear an internal monologue or private dialogue in their heads.
有些人听不到自己脑海中的内心独白或私密对话。
I know people who don’t imagine that songs on the radio are by or about them and their private affairs.
我认识一些人，他们从不觉得电台里的歌曲是在唱自己，或是在讲述他们的私事。
Humans live in a narrow slice of time compared with dogs for whom what we think of as recent history is still present on the air.
与狗相比，人类生活在时间的狭窄切片里——对我们而言的"近代史"，在犬类的嗅觉世界里依然鲜活地飘荡在空气中。
I have dreams in which I’m not even a protagonist. Am I the only one? It’s like watching television with a sense of great urgency.
我的梦里，自己甚至不是主角。难道只有我这样吗？那感觉就像看电视时怀着巨大的紧迫感。
The ornamental pear puts out just two small leaves of such a clarion red amidst the green ones that I look up the meaning of clarion and find it refers to a small high-pitched medieval trumpet or to the sound it made.
观赏梨树新发的两片小叶，在满树绿意中红得如此嘹亮，我忍不住去查"clarion"的含义，发现它原指中世纪一种高音小号，亦指那号角发出的清越声响。
This makes me want to weep and to be seen weeping. Do you know what I mean?
这让我想哭，也想让人看见我在哭。你明白我的意思吗？