留在吉米·伦纳德小屋里的便条
（詹姆斯·赖特/作，张文武/译）
在那条枯河的水标附近，我们发现了
你的兄弟米尼根，
他在泥泞的河底像一条鱼一样扑腾着。
比尼，那满头黄发变成绿色的孩子，
让我去找你，下雨了也要找到你，
让我告诉你，他淹死了。
我躲在岸上的汽车底盘后面，
谁的福特汽车的残骸。
我不敢过来叫醒喝醉的你，
你曾对我说过，被弄醒很难受，
日光像一块木板一样砸着你。
我胃部的血液一沉。
何况，你跟他说过绝对不要出门，
不要沿着河边走，
不要边喝酒边唱歌，四处喧哗。
你估计要抱一块大石头砸我，并哭喊着
说我真该死，让他在路上摔倒，
还栽到了旁边的河里。
啊，我到家后一定会挨上一顿臭骂，
因为我这样冒冒失失地出现，
留下纸条后就跟来时一样迅速跑开了。
我要去告诉我爸爸你在哪里。
你最好在警察知道消息赶到之前，
去找米尼根。
比尼回家了，我跑着，都快吐了，
你这老不死的狗东西。
你最好快点去下边找米尼根。
他喝醉了，可能快死了，我不知道那些
在草根和垃圾堆里像鱼一样打滚的哪个是他，
这可怜的老家伙。
A Note Left In Jimmy Leonard's Shack
by James Wright
Near the dry river's water-mark
we found
Your brother Minnegan,
Flopped like a fish against the muddy ground.
Beany, the kid whose yellow hair turns green,
Told me to find you, even if the rain,
And tell you he was
drowned.
I hid behind the chassis on the bank,
The wreck of someone's
Ford:
I was afraid to come and wake you drunk:
You told me once the waking up was hard,
The daylight beating at you like a board.
Blood in my stomach
sank.
Beside, you told him never to go out
Along the river-side
Drinking and singing, clattering about.
You might have thrown a rock at me and cried
I was to blame, I let him fall in the road
And pitch down on his
side.
Well, I'll get hell enough when I get home
For coming up this far,
Leaving the note, and running as I came.
I'll go and tell my father where you are.
You'd better go find Minnegan before
Policemen hear and
come.
Beany went home, and I got sick and ran,
You old son of a bitch.
You better hurry down to Minnegan;
He's drunk or dying now, I don't know which,
Rolled in the roots and garbage like a fish,
The poor old man.
Flopped like a fish against the muddy ground.
Beany, the kid whose yellow hair turns green,
Told me to find you, even if the rain,
I hid behind the chassis on the bank,
I was afraid to come and wake you drunk:
You told me once the waking up was hard,
The daylight beating at you like a board.
Beside, you told him never to go out
Drinking and singing, clattering about.
You might have thrown a rock at me and cried
I was to blame, I let him fall in the road
Well, I'll get hell enough when I get home
Leaving the note, and running as I came.
I'll go and tell my father where you are.
You'd better go find Minnegan before
Beany went home, and I got sick and ran,
You better hurry down to Minnegan;
He's drunk or dying now, I don't know which,
Rolled in the roots and garbage like a fish,
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