- 我要用什么来留住你 -
I offer you
lean streets, desperate sunsets,
the moon of the jagged suburbs.
I offer you
the bitterness of a man who has looked
long and long at the lonely moon.
I offer you my ancestors,
my dead men, the ghosts
that living men have honoured in marble:
my father's father killed
in the frontier of Buenos Aires,
two bullets through his lungs,
bearded and dead,
wrapped by his soldiers
in the hide of a cow;
my mother's grandfather
just twentyfourheading a charge of
three hundred men in Perú,
now ghosts on vanished horses.
I offer you
whatever insight my books may hold.
whatever manliness or humour my life.
I offer you the loyalty of a man
who has never been loyal.
I offer you
that kernel of myself that I have
saved somehow -the central heart
that deals not in words,
traffics not with dreams
and is untouched by time,
by joy, by adversities.
I offer you
the memory of a yellow rose seen
at sunset, years before you were born.
I offer you explanations of yourself,
theories about yourself,
authentic and surprising news of yourself.
I can give you my loneliness,
my darkness,
the hunger of my heart;
I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty,
with danger, with defeat.
我给你瘦狭的街道,
孤绝的落日,荒郊的冷月。
我给你整个人的悲苦,
那个人曾久久凝望寂寞的月亮。
我给你我书中所有的一切,
给你我命里所有的男子气和幽默。
我给你一个浪荡子的忠心。
我给你我设法保存的生命核心——
它难以言表,无法入梦,
不被时间、欢愉和灾难所触动。
我给你一朵黄玫瑰的记忆,
你未出生时,她曾在夕照中绽放。
我给你关于你的阐释,关于你的理论,
关于你的真实而让人惊叹的消息。
我给你我的孤独,我的暗夜,
我内心的饥渴;
我要用我的无常、危险和失败来留住你。