海上
所有的日子都是海上的日子
穷苦的渔夫
肉疙瘩像一卷笨拙的绳索
在波浪上展开
想抓住远方
闪闪发亮的东西
其实那只是太阳的假笑
他抓住的只是几块会腐烂的木板：
房屋、船和棺材
成群游来鱼的脊背
无始无终
只有关于青春的说法
一触即断
1984.6
On the Sea
All days are days on the sea
Poor fisherman
His body knot resembles a reel of clumsy rope
Stretching out over waves
Reaching for the distant place
Where things glitter
In truth those things are only smirk of the sun
He catches no more than pieces of wood that doomed to rot:
House, boat and coffin
Coming in flock are fish's backs
No beginning and no end
Only tales about the youth
Break with one stroke
