春寒过后的阳光,仿佛总是被赋予了某种使命。 我看着它在泥土里跳动,在叶子的背面斑驳,在指间舞蹈, 想起了 E. E. Cummings 的那句“春天像一只莫须有的手”。 此刻阳光倒像只莫须有的手,伸出手去是握不住的,却感受得到它的温暖抚过。
Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere) 春天像一只莫须有的手 (从虚无飘渺之乡 缓步而来)
arranging a window, into which people look 它 开辟了一扇窗户,人们从那儿向里面瞧
(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here) (当人们注视着 小心安排和改变环境 这儿发生了一件新奇的事 和一件熟悉的事)
and changing everything carefully 而且周详地使万物更新
spring is like a perhaps Hand in a window 春天像一扇窗户里的 一只莫须有的手
(carefully to and fro moving New and Old things, (小心地 周而复始地推动 新陈代谢
while people stare carefully moving a perhaps fraction of flower here placing an inch of air there) 当人们小心注视 在这儿移动一小片花瓣 在那儿吹起微风)
and without breaking anything. 而且没有损害任何事物。
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