以後的事
 
我是我自己的大狗
走，我就到了門口
吃，給甚麼我吃甚麼
躺下，我蜷伏在地上
沉重的腦袋趴在爪間
 
除此我沒別的需要
我不去想以後的事
 
像狗一樣唱歌
像狗一樣嗚咽
每晚趴在我腳邊
我是一個熟睡的口袋
散發著穢氣
 
What Comes After
 
I am my own big dog.
Walk, and I’m at the door,
eat, and I take what I offer,
lie down, and I curl on the floor,
my heavy head between my paws.
 
I don’t need anything but this,
I don’t think of what comes after.
 
I sing the way a dog sings,
I weep the way a dog weeps.
Every night at my feet
I am a big sack of sleep
stinking of me.