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愛這個字　

by 瑞蒙‧卡佛

我不會被她的電話招去

哪怕她說我愛你

那就更不會去了

儘管她詛咒

發誓說除了愛

還是愛

房間裡的燈光

均勻覆蓋著

所有的一切

連我的手臂都甩不出影子

它也被光吞噬了

但愛這個字－－

這個字在逐漸變暗，變得

沉重和搖擺不定

並開始侵蝕

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This Word Love


I will not go when she calls
even if she says I love you, 
especially that,
even though she swears
and promises nothing
but love love.


The light in this room
covers every
thing equally;
even my arm throws no shadow,
it too is consumed with light.


But this word love —
this word grows dark, grows
heavy and shakes itself, begins
to eat, to shudder and convulse
its way through this paper
until we too have dimmed in
its transparent throat and still
are riven, are glistening, hip and thigh, your
loosened hair which knows
no hesitation.

by Raymond Carver　

美國小說家、詩人 著有《當我們討論愛情》、《浮世男女》這兩本小說現已絕版。