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THE ART WORLD of WILLIAM MARR 雙語詩 ☆ 朗誦 ☆ 繪畫 ☆ 雕塑 Bilingual poems / Reading Paintings ☆ Sculptures 非馬藝術世界（6）

SUNSET an enormous red ball hanging over the branches indeed seems out of proportion but the tree flushed with excitement insists that it is his day's work the fruit he produces 日落紅彤彤掛在枝頭是大得有點出奇但滿懷興奮的樹卻脹紅著臉堅持這是他一天結出的果

A FALLEN GODDESS He could not find the slightest crack on the idol that he picked up from the floor wiping off the dust he put it back in the high niche Last night’s earthquake caused the downfall that shook his faith Now that all is well no doubt he will go on with his worship but the goddess who descended to earth last night knows the man has failed her test by repeatedly turning and inspecting he has shattered her inner parts irreparably 找不到一絲裂痕在從地上撿起的神像身上他用手輕輕拂去灰塵然後將它擺回高高在上的神位是昨夜那場地震把他心目中這尊神貶落凡塵才讓他產生了前所未有的信心危機既然神像完好無損想必仍會受到世人的膜拜只有神像心裡明白昨夜是它自己凡心一動走下聖壇此刻因他的反複翻檢而肝腸寸斷下凡

AUTUMN harvest season not all flowers need to bear fruit 秋豐收的季節沒有非結不可的果

日出畢竟為宇宙的事煩惱得睡不著覺的不止我一個看你的眼睛也佈滿血絲 SUNRISE The sleepless worrying about the universe wasn’t me alone Look at your eyes they too are bloodshot

自畫像 這是我嗎我問這是我你答 SELF-PORTRAIT is this me? I asked this is me you answered

SARS街景 一雙雙黑眼睛驚看滿街罩不住的白 ON SARS STREET unmasked eyes black in a sea of white

莫娜麗莎的微笑 一定有什麼不可告人的秘密在她面前一個男人歪著頭左右打量他的身傍一個打扮入時的女人正咧嘴而笑 MY MONA LISA there must be some deep secret staring at her smile a man tilts his head left and right beside him a painted woman wears a wide grin

WRINKLES during the day these canals of time crisscrossing your indifferent face are dry only occasionally the wind blows sand across but at night water rises from the deep well of your eyes overflows and fills them then like a first-time sailor you set the ragged sail of your boat of memory jostling about all night in the labyrinth that has no outlet till dawn 皺紋白天密佈在你漠漠臉上這些時間的運河是乾凅的只偶而有風砂颯颯橫過但每夜水自深處洶洶湧起漫出眼睛的古井將它們一一注滿而你便如首次出航的水手興奮地駕起破舊的記憶之舟在這沒有出口的迷陣裡左衝右突直到天明

AUTUMN WINDOW now that she is middle-aged, my wife likes to stand before the window and comb her hair her only makeup a trace of cloud the landscape of a graceful poised maturity 秋窗進入中年的妻這些日子總愛站在窗前梳妝有如它是一面鏡子洗盡鉛華的臉淡雲薄施卻雍容大方如鏡中成熟的風景

夜笛用竹林裡越刮越緊的風聲導引一雙不眠的眼向黑夜的弄尾按摩過去 • THE NIGHT FLUTE • letthe ever rising pitch • of the wind • from the bamboo grove • lead • a pair of sleepless eyes • massaging • towards the dark end • of the alley • Years ago in Taiwan, blind masseuses usedto • roam the city alleys playing flutes made of • bambooin search of customers.

醉漢把短短的直巷走成一條曲折迴盪的萬里愁腸左一腳十年右一腳十年母親啊我正努力向您走來 THE HOMESICK DRUNKARD he has walked a short alley into a tortuous writhing intestine of ten thousand miles one step left ten years one step right ten years O mother I am struggling toward you

CHICAGO dozing off in the virgin forest beneath the feet of Picasso's strange animal when suddenly a long yell TIM --- BER --- awakens me I raise my head and in the sunlight that leaks through I see the skyscrapers all slanting towards me 芝加哥在原始森林就在畢卡索的怪獸下假寐混沌裡一聲拖得長長的 TIM---BER--- 把我驚醒抬頭卻見參天的大廈在漏下的夕陽裡似乎又傾斜了幾度

秋一陣雁叫槍聲響處一隻獵狗對著應聲下墜的慘白月亮直追了過去 AUTUMN the geese cry where a shot explodes a hunting dog rushes towards the ghostly moon fallen at the echo

電視一個手指頭輕輕便能關掉的世界卻關不掉逐漸暗淡的熒光幕上一粒仇恨的火種驟然引發熊熊的戰火燃過中東燃過越南燃過每一張焦灼的臉 TELEVISION The world is easily switched off yet not quite A spark of hatred from the dimming screen suddenly burst into flames soon spreading over Vietnam over the Middle East over every feverish face

國殤日 在阿靈頓國家公墓他們用隆重的軍禮安葬自越戰歸來這位無名的兵士但我們將如何安葬那千千萬萬在戰爭裡消逝卻拒絕從親人的心中永遠死去的名字 MEMORIAL DAY At Arlington, someone Unknown goes down The thousands, the thousands Who have gone down in faraway fields But who won’t die in the heart— How do we bury The thousands

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