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干草车

亚当·扎加耶夫斯基

满载干草的车
一辆辆离弃了
安静至极的小镇。
谨慎的窥视出自窗帘。
一个空旷的早晨像一间候客厅。
档案里纸页悉嗦作响；
男人们算计着得失。
可那个世界。
是装好的行李箱。
为它歌唱，黄莺儿，
为它起舞，小狐狸，
抓住它。

Carts

Adam Zagajewski
Translated by Clare Cavanagh

Carts full of hay
abandoned the town
in greatest quiet.
Cautious glances from the curtains.
A morning empty as a waiting room.
The rustling of papers in the archives;
men calculate the losses.
But that world.
Suitcases packed.
Sing for it, oriole,
dance for it, little fox,
catch it.

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