The Hanging Man
悬挂着的人

By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me.
某个上帝抓住了我的发根。

I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet.
我在他蓝色的雷电中嘶叫，仿佛沙漠里的先知。

The nights snapped out of sight like a lizard’s eyelid:
夜晚突然消逝好像蜥蜴的眼睑：

A world of bald white days in a shadeless socket.
无遮蔽的眼窝里，赤裸的白昼世界。

A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree.
一种秃鹰似的厌倦将我钉在这树上。

If he were I, he would do what I did.
若他是我，他也会做我所做的。

(1960/06/27. pp.141—142. No. 123)
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