Elaine Feinstein
Hands
We first recognised each other as if we were siblings,
and when we held hands your touch
made me stupidly happy.
Hold my hand, you said in the hospital.
You had big hands, strong hands, gentle
as those of a Mediterranean father
caressing the head of a child.
Hold my hand, you said. I feel
I won’t die while you are here.
You took my hand on our first aeroplane
and in opera houses, or watching
a video you wanted me to share.
Hold my hand, you said. I’ll fall asleep
and won’t even know you’re not there.
伊莱恩·范思坦
执手
沈漓译
当我们初识的时候形同兄妹，
而我们手牵手时你的触摸
使我像傻瓜一般快活。
握住我的手，你在医院说。
你有一双大手，强壮的手，温和得
就像地中海沿岸的一位父亲的手
在爱抚一个孩子的头。
握住我的手，你说。我感到
你在这里我就不会死去。
你握住我的手，在我们的第一次飞行旅途
或是在歌剧院，或是在观赏
一盘你想我和你分享的录像。
握住我的手，你说。我将沉睡
而且甚至都不会知道你并不在那里。
2014，6，15
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