想象中的空椅子

辽东天赖


我总是想到一把同样的
木头椅子
它总是空的，没有谁坐过
它要么呆在一棵桃树下
浑身落满粉色花瓣
要么挪到老垂柳的荫凉里听蝉
或是在秋日的空荡时辰中
虚度那小小孤寂
到了冬天，它当然会被白雪覆盖
想象中的雪
是干净、松软的一床被子——
可今冬太冷，一想到雪就浑身冰凉
后来我索性换了种想法：
我把它劈成柴火点着
这样多好！整个冬天，只要想起那把
空椅子，就立刻会有一堆火
在脑子里熊熊燃烧


The Imaginary Empty Chair

I keep thinking of the same
Wooden chair
Always empty, it’s never been sat on
It’s either put under a peach tree
Covered with pink petals
Or moved to the shade of an old weeping willow, listening to cicadas
Or wasting that little solitude
In the empty hours of autumn
When winter comes, it will, of course, be covered with snow
The imaginary snow
Is a clean and soft quilt—
But it’s so cold this winter that I’m freezing at the thought of snow
Then I changed my mind:
I chop it for firewood and light it
How nice! Throughout this winter, as long as I think of that
Empty chair, a fire
Is burning in my head


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