Route 15 by Jean Paul Lemieux
* 今天，2020年3月5号是遇罗克罹难五十周年。Replacing another, who has been murderedSo that each time the sun risesA heavy shadow, like a roadShall run across the landCovers the uneven patchwork of roofsBetween one house and anotherChimneys spout ashy crowdsWarmth effuses from gleaming treesLingering on the wretched cigarette stubsSilence is still the story of the EastPeople on age-old frescoesSilently die and are goneWhy don't you sing anymoreCan it be true that even the ropes of the Yellow River towmenLike sundered lute-stringsTrue that time, this dark mirrorHas also turned its back on you foreverLeaving only stars and drifting clouds behindEvery foggy night or morningI look for spring and apple treesEvery wisp of breeze stirred up by honey beesI look for the seashore's ebb and flowThe seagulls formed from sunlight on the wavesI look for the stories built into the wallYour forgotten name and mineIf fresh blood could make you fertileIn the death-white chilly lightWho wants to be a meteoriteOr a martyr's ice-cold statueWatching the unextinguished fire of youthEven if doves alight on its shoulderIt can't feel their bodies' warmth and breathI long to pass each tranquil duskWaiting in the cradle's rockingFor the child's first cryOn the grass and fallen leavesHas now become the whole cost of being a manBut I have always honestly kept toThe promise I made as a childSo that the world which cannot tolerateHas still not forgiven meReplacing another, who has been murderedA wind rests on my shouldersStars glimmer in the windThe sun will become a withered wreathThe growing forest of gravestonesOf each unsubmitting fighterBlack crows the night's tattersTranslated by Bonnie S. McDougall
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