如此之残秋。乱风、碎片、初雪。一杯酒在手，读异国诗人之诗，瑞士菲利普·雅科泰的这半首诗“诗人之塚”，倒挺合时宜。
 

（诗人之塚）

别给蒙混了，
这些句子我不曾写过
但它们，某天被一只鹭或一阵雨写下，
另一天又被一株山杨所写。
一个爱的暗示就足以
让它们降落。

这里无人在家——
没有人——在近旁或远方。

(微笑 译)


(Poet's tomb)

Don't be fooled,
these lines were not written by me
but, one day by a heron or a shower of rain,
another by an aspen.
A hint of love was enough
to set them alight.

Nobody home here—
no one—near or far.