王立秋 译
这里没人，
而身体说：无论说的什么
都不会被说。但没人
是身体，而身体说的
也没人听
除了你。
雪落，黑夜。众树间
谋杀
的重复。笔
划过大地：它不再知道
会发生什么，握笔的手
已消失。
但是，它写。
它写：起初，
众树间，身体从黑夜中
走来。它写：
身体的白
是土地的色彩。是土地，
和大地在写：一切
都是沉默的色彩。
我不再在这里。我从未说过
你说的
我说过。然而，身体是场所
这里没人会死。而每一夜，
从众树的沉默中，你知道
我的声音
向你走来。
WHITE NIGHTS
Paul Auster
No one here,
and the body
says: whatever is said
is not to be said. But no one
is a body as well,
and what the body says
is heard by no one
but you.
Snowfall
and night. The repetition
of a murder
among the trees. The pen
moves
across the earth: it no longer knows
what will happen, and the hand that
holds it
has disappeared.
Nevertheless, it writes.
It writes:
in the beginning,
among the trees, a body came walking
from the night. It
writes:
the body's whiteness
is the color of earth. It is earth,
and
the earth writes: everything
is the color of silence.
I am no
longer here. I have never said
what you say
I have said. And yet, the body
is a place
where nothing dies. And each night,
from the silence of the
trees, you know
that my voice
comes walking toward you.
