俚优

I Was Always Leaving

BY JEAN NORDHAUS

I was always leaving, I was

about to get up and go, I was

on my way, not sure where. 

Somewhere else. Not here. 

Nothing here was good enough. 

It would be better there, where I

was going. Not sure how or why. 

The dome I cowered under

would be raised, and I would be released

into my true life. I would meet there

the ones I was destined to meet.   

They would make an opening for me

among the flutes and boulders, 

and I would be taken up. That this

might be a form of death

did not occur to me. I only know

that something held me back, 

a doubt, a debt, a face I could not

leave behind. When the door

fell open, I did not go through.

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我总在离去

简·诺道斯

我总在离去，我曾

打算起身前行，我曾

在路上，不知何处。

在别处。不在此处。

此处没有甚好之物。

在那里会更好，在那

我要去往的地方。

不知何以，不知何因。

那遮挡我的穹顶

将会被打开，而我也会被释放

进入我真正的生活。

在那里我将遇到

我命定要相遇的人们。

他们会为我铺开路

在崎岖与岩石之上

而我会被取代。这大约

算是一种死亡

不曾发生在我身上。我只知道

有什么事物，在把我约束，

一种怀疑，一份债务，一张我无法

忘怀的面容。当那门

大开时，我却没能走通。

译：俚优