給二十一世紀的無情詩

這將是一個大刀闊斧的時代
需要紙巾來擦拭，所以我寫下一首詩

在理性的下午
我到處叩門，心中的荒原高價待沽

連蝙蝠都佯裝流星
在新潮中，愛是殘舊的盆景

在嗜血的二十一世紀
我只想學好普通話，做一個普通人

 

In this age of bold gestures the falling axe
Requires a cleansing Kleenex—so I've written a poem

On a rational afternoon
I run around knocking on doors, hawking my wasteland heart to the highest bidder

Even the bats pretend to be shooting stars
In this new era, love is a forlorn diorama

In this bloodsucking twenty-first century
I want only to learn Mandarin, the common tongue, and become a common person.