诗一首——卡庇斯特拉诺的四十门徒

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Forty Disciples of San Juan Capistrano

The sunset cannot penetrate Father Serra's chapel.

Light spots, like a school of fish, frolic trapped in the arcades.

The adobe walls on the west side dissolve in the rain.

The lingering image is your phantom.

My stumbling steps are like the courtyard bell.

The last ring was in 1812.

This ring is in 1865.

My both temples have turned frost.

This guttering candle is my remaining life.

The scriptures I copied for fifty years have not a single word written for you.

Yet among the thousand sails in the Bay of San Diego, there must be one that lowers for you.

To my beloved, though I do not know your name.

You must be hiding between the sixth and seventh boulders on the west wall.

With a light blink of your eyes, there is a gentle breeze.

The breath that bends to kiss the lotus pond is yours.

All of a sudden, the wilderness and mountains awakened, roared, and then fell back into a deep sleep.

You could not push open the deformed door.

Boulders rolled down and collapse your body,

along with your black braids and the tassels on your linen overcoat.

Your blood gushed out like grape juice,

drying up with the wine pool.

The Pacific stars rise.

The Santa Ana Winds fall.

A thousand years later, who remembers the forty disciples of San Juan Capistrano?

On the eighth day of December, 1812.

To my beloved, though I do not know your name.

Do you know that a gentleman on the East Coast was assassinated?

His name was Lincoln, he was an American.

They have planted orange trees everywhere.

But your left clavicle is gone.

The corn you roasted has turned to ash.

The black beans you cooked have become mud.

Yet I have carved your visage from cherry wood,

along with this letter,

sealed in a niche unknown to all.

------------------------------------------------------------------------- Crusader注： 1812年上加利福尼亚地震，震毁了圣胡安·卡庇斯特拉诺修道院的中殿 （今在橙县5号公路近一号公路汇合处）。穹顶巨石滚落之际，四十美洲原住民教徒未曾根据修士的指引逃生。他们在惊慌中没有撤离到更安全的侧室，而是试图冲出大殿大门，但是由于中殿大门损毁并严重扭曲无法打开，该四十教徒全部丧生。地震后修道院日趋颓败并一再易主，直至1865年林肯下总统令将修道院归还于罗马天主教会。此令颁行不久，林肯即被刺杀。此诗以一个50年后重新回到故地的老年修士的口吻回忆四十原住民教徒中的他的隐秘恋人。诗中塞拉礼拜堂为平面图中B处，震毁的大巴西利卡中殿在A处。莲池在前院，钟庭在中殿西侧。1850年，上加利福尼亚成为美国一州，新教徒开始从东海岸涌入加州并引入铁路。从此橙树，核桃树，柠檬等在南加州大量种植。