得一忘二 译
刚倒下，翅膀还展开着，
她说自己的名，召唤我们进入她的黑暗。
她不想被看见，但又不失好奇，
她说自己的名，让人窥视她那深陷的
紫色眼瞳。
“紫罗兰”，她说道，
并展示她在那叶子下的心。
然后她稍向前倾，有点害怕，
选出一只手摘下她。
她惊恐的老鼠脸，嗅了嗅，抬高，
任它的阴郁被带走，任它的陌生被舔掉糖霜，
而这时我们也都站在那儿说，“紫罗兰！紫罗兰！”
抚摸着她蓝色的淤青皮肤。
最后她提到了
她名字的名，
那是一种如此尖锐的东西，
存在于从未有过的语言的最后一声喘息中，
只能作为一种气味而被言说，
只能作为我们的惊异而被听到。
Violet
Recently fallen, still with wings out,
she spoke her name to summon us to her darkness.
Not wanting to be seen, but not uncurious,
she spoke her name and let her purple deep eye-pupil
be peered into.
‘Violet,’ she said
and showed her heart under its leaf.
Then she leant a little frightened forwards
and picked a hand to pick her.
And her horrified mouseface, sniffed and lifted close,
let its gloom be taken and all the sugar licked off its strangeness
while we all stood there saying, ‘Violet! Violet!’
fingering her blue bruised skin.
Finally she mentioned
the name of her name
which was something so pin-sharp,
in such a last gasp of a previously unknown language,
it could only be spoken as a scent,
it could only be heard as our amazement.
