我不是自我，不是
你独特经历的总和，
恰好，公平地，
不论谁说的，
一个汽车旅馆的房间，
是你的，直到--
也就是，句子结束。
其实语言，
并不认为我重要，
即使
夸大其词 ---
比如我来
我看见我征服---
强调的是其它音节。
哦，它是个技术问题，
无疑，对
离得如此之远的
伏，哭，吾押韵
比补好
天空臭氧层漏洞
还难。
但最可怕的是吃力的坚持 ---
我、我、我---
某人气喘吁吁爬坡。
脸红得像停车标志牌，
害怕医生或某个
在镜子里显得惊讶的
他她它。
SUBJECT, VERB, OBJECT [美] James Richardson
I is not ego, not the sum
of your unique experiences,
just, democratically,
whoever’s talking,
a kind of motel room,
yours till the end—
that is, of the sentence.
The language, actually,
doesn’t think I’s important,
stressing, even in
grandiose utterances—
e.g., I came
I saw I conquered—
the other syllables.
Oh, it’s a technical problem,
sure, the rhyme
on so-so-open
lie, cry, I
harder to stitch tight
than the ozone
hole in the sky.
But worst is its plodding insistence—
I, I, I—
somebody huffing uphill,
face red as a stop sign,
scared by a doctor
or some He She It
surprised in the mirror.
