Poems
Form and Function
形式与功能
I tried, but I was too small to lift you
Up and out of that bathtub—
我试过了，可我太小，无法将你抱起，从那个浴缸里——
Your two arms cut open, your two legs—
你的两条手臂被割开，你的两条腿——
You were January, bamboo shooting through darkness
In that village, monsoonal and rude, that you stopped imagining
Coming home to altogether—
你是一月，是黑暗中破土而出的竹笋，在那个村庄里，季风雨般粗野，你早已不再想象自己会回到的家——
I was bad at math, I had my two small hands—
我数学不好，我只有两只小手——
Arrow fashioned from a jade comb telling me to go let go let—
A small voice crying out for help for—
What do you know—
Hands gathering all that was leaving—
All that was left—
玉梳削成的箭，对我说，走吧，放手，放—— 一个细小的声音在呼救，为了—— 你知道什么—— 双手聚拢着所有正在离去的一切—— 所有剩下的——
I ruined the plans you had for your life.
I destroyed you, begging you to stay alive for me
When you no longer commanded your life.
我毁了你为自己人生所做的打算。我毁了你，求你为了我活下去，当你已无法掌控自己的生命。
I was a child, trying to keep a soul inside a body.
我是个孩子，试图把灵魂留在一具身体里。