世界上沒有一樣感覺能夠相當
你強烈的柔軟的力量：你的柔軟
有一種質地驅使我，以它的本色，
形成死亡和永恆，以每一聲噓息
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康明思（e.e. Cummings）詩選
余光中譯
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我從未旅行過的地方
我從未旅行過的地方，欣然在
任何經驗之外，你的眼神多靜寂：
你至柔的手勢中，有力量將我關閉，
有東西我摸不到，因為它太靠近
你至輕的一瞥，很容易將我開放，
雖然我關閉自己，如緊握手指，
你恆一瓣一瓣解開我，如春天解開
（以神秘巧妙的觸覺）她第一朵薔薇
若是你要關閉我，則我和
我的生命將闔攏，很美地，很驟然地，
正如這朵花的心臟在幻想
雲片啊小心翼翼地四面下降；
世界上沒有一樣感覺能夠相當
你強烈的柔軟的力量：你的柔軟
有一種質地驅使我，以它的本色，
形成死亡和永恆，以每一聲噓息
（我不懂你身上究竟有什麼能關閉
而且開放；我心中有樣東西卻了解
你雙眼的聲音比一切薔薇更深沉）
沒有誰，即使是雨，有這樣小的手
somewhere i have never travelled
e.e. cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
＊
春天像一隻也許的手
春天像一隻也許的手
（小心翼翼地來
自無處）布置著
一面櫥窗，好多人向窗裏望（當
好多人瞪眼望
布置，而且調換，安排
小心翼翼地，那兒一件奇怪的
東西，一件不奇怪的東西，這裏）而且
換每一件東西，小心翼翼地
春天像一隻也許的
手，在一面櫥窗裏
（小心翼翼地，移來
移去，移新的和
舊的東西，當
好多人瞪眼，小心翼翼地望
移一片也許的
花來這兒，挪
一吋空氣去哪兒）而且
什麼也沒有撞壞
Spring is like a perhaps hand
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window， into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things，while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
and inch of air there) and
without breaking anything
＊
我喜歡自己的肉體
我喜歡自己的肉體，當它跟你的
在一起。 它變成好新的一樣東西。
肌腱更美好，神經更豐盛。
我喜歡你的肉體。 喜歡它做的事情。
喜歡它的如此如彼。 喜歡撫玩你
的背脊和你的骨架，和顫動的
充實而滑膩的那種感覺，我要
再一遍而且再一遍而且再一遍
親吻，我喜歡將你的這樣那樣的親吻
我喜歡，緩緩地揉弄，你傳電的茸茸
那種麻手地卷鬚，以及無以名之的
布滿你舒開的肌膚的那種東西
……兩眼睜大了愛情的殘食，
也許我就是喜歡那種激奮，
激奮於我的下面你那樣新
I Like My Body When It Is With Your
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric furr, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
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