Address: 一首译诗

ADDRESS

The other side of the water

makes a figure of me. Who listens,

at dusk, now I can no longer

pretend no one is there.

Who was I when I could?

I was singing.

A long song.

High.

A child.

trying to call it on.

All speech is failed music,

a man I failed to make love me had said

over coffee, paraphrasing someone.

______Jameson Fitzpatrick

地址

水的另一边

造出我的形象。那人倾听，

于黄昏时分，现在我无法再

假装那里空无一人。

我是谁，当我能够？

我唱着。

一首情歌。

高声地。

一个孩子。

想让它继续。

所有言说都是失败的音乐，

一个我未能让他爱上我的男人曾

隔着咖啡如此说，借用某个人的话。