柳向阳 译
一个孩子在画身体的轮廓。
她画她会画的一切，但通体都是白的。
她知道那儿是什么，却没法填充起来。
在没有支撑的线条里面，她知道
缺少了生命；她漏掉了
一个又一个背景。像一个孩子，
她向妈妈求助。
而你画了那颗心
抵抗她刚刚创造的空虚。
Portrait
A child draws the outline of a body.
She draws what she can, but it is white all through,
she cannot fill in what she knows is there.
Within the unsupported line, she knows
that life is missing; she has cut
one background from another. Like a child,
she turns to her mother.
And you draw the heart
against the emptiness she has created.
