我们为什么讲故事
——给琳达·福斯特
（丽泽·穆勒/作，张文武/译）
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因为我们曾经拥有叶子
在潮湿的日子里
我们的肌肉承受着拉力
很疼，当根
把我们拉进土地
因为我们的孩子相信
他们能飞行，一种遗留的本能
自从我们胳膊中的骨头
像齐特琴一样，在羽毛下
被齐齐折断
因为在我们拥有肺之前
我们就知道离水底有多远
当我们睁着双眼
像彩色的围巾一样
在梦境中横渡，因为我们醒来后
学会了说话
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山洞里，我们坐在火边
因为我们很穷，我们编了一个故事
是关于宝山的
只向我们开放的宝山
因为我们总是被打败
我们虚构了不真实的谜语
只有我们能破解的谜语
只有我们能杀死的魔鬼
不可能爱上别人的女人
因为我们比兄弟姐妹和子女
活得更久
我们看到骨头在黑暗的土地上
升起，像树林中的白色鸟儿一样
歌唱
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因为我们生活中的故事
成了我们的生活
因为我们每一个人讲着
同一个故事
但讲述的方式都不一样
并且，没有人能
用同样的方式讲述两次
因为看起来像蜘蛛一样的祖母们
想使孩子们着迷
而祖父们要使我们相信
那些发生的事情只因他们而发生
尽管我们只是偶然
用一只耳朵听着
我们将开始我们的故事
用词语和……
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For Linda Foster
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Because we used to have leaves
and on damp days
our muscles feel a tug,
painful now, from when roots
pulled us into the ground
and because our children believe
they can fly, an instinct retained
from when the bones in our arms
were shaped like zithers and broke
neatly under their feathers
and because before we had lungs
we knew how far it was to the bottom
as we floated open-eyed
like painted scarves through the scenery
of dreams, and because we awakened
and learned to speak
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We sat by the fire in our caves,
and because we were poor, we made up a tale
about a treasure mountain
that would open only for us
and because we were always defeated,
we invented impossible riddles
only we could solve,
monsters only we could kill,
women who could love no one else
and because we had survived
sisters and brothers, daughters and sons,
we discovered bones that rose
from the dark earth and sang
as white birds in the trees
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Because the story of our life
becomes our life
Because each of us tells
the same story
but tells it differently
and none of us tells it
the same way twice
Because grandmothers looking like spiders
want to enchant the children
and grandfathers need to convince us
what happened happened because of them
and though we listen only
haphazardly, with one ear,
we will begin our story
with the word and
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