我焦急

 /非马

我焦急。海的多毛的手

正攀上苔黑的岩岸

咸沫的厉笑，回荡于

凌乱的鸥翅与追踪的往事之间

溅著你的眼睑了！

我不敢用手指写在沙上，怕你

牢牢记住，像记住石碑上

古老的碣语

ANXIETY

 by William Marr

The sea’s hairy hands

are climbing up the mossy rocks

its malicious laughter, bouncing

between the disheveled wings of seagulls and the unshakable past

now splashing salty foam over your eyelids

I dare not write on the sand with my finger

lest you might recall

the ancient inscriptions

on a stone tablet

1966.3.8