DREAM HORSE
Needlessly, watching my looking-glass image,
with its passion for papers and cinemas, days of the week,
I pluck from my heart my hell's captain
and order the clauses, equivocally sad.
I drift between this point and that, absorbing illusions,
converse in the nests of the tailors:
sometimes the voices are glacial and deadly -
they sing, and the sorcery goes.
There's a country spread out in the sky,
a credulous carpet of rainbows
and crepuscular plants:
I move toward it just a bit haggardly,
trampling a gravedigger's rubble still moist from the spade
to dream in a bedlam of vegetables.
I walk between origins, beneficent documents,
chopfallen, dressed like a natural: I want
the spent honey of deference,
the sweets of the catechist under whose leaves
drained violets drowse and grow old;
and those bustling abettors, the brooms, in whose image,
assuredly, sorrow and certainty join.
I plunder the whistle of roses, the thieving anxiety:
I smash the attractive extremes-worst of all,
I await a symmetrical time beyond measure:
the taste of my spirit disheartens me.
What a morning is here! What a milk-heavy glow
in the air, integral, all of a piece,
intending some good! I have heard its red horses,
naked to bridle and iron, shimmering, whinnying there.
Mounted, I soar over churches,
gallop the garrisons empty of soldiers
while a dissolute army pursues me.
Eucalyptus, its eyes raze the darkness
and the bell of its galloping body strikes home.
I need but a spark of that perduring brightness,
my jubilant kindred to claim my inheritance.
毋需的：就日子、传记作者与纸
的偏爱照镜，
我从心上撕下炼狱的巡长，
又撰下最哀的字句。
我到处溜走，收纳幻象，
在缝叶莺的巢同鸟们对话：
时常，它们，以暨冷又致命的
音声吟唱，逼迫诅咒离逃。
那在天上的辽阔疆域
饰有虹的蒙昧地毯
与晚祷草木；
我朝那儿走去，感到疲惫，
踏着新坟捣扰的土壤。
我路过弃纸，走过原处，
穿得原本又沮丧：
我喜欢敬重的弃蜜，喜欢
在睡叶间老去
的轻柔提问与褪色紫罗兰；
那奢想助人的扫帚无疑
正面浮哀色。
我毁去吹哨的蔷薇，魅人的忧虑：
分裂心爱的另端又去
等候匀称、无垠的时间：
让人哀伤的我心底的味道。
是怎个的一日！乳的晖，暨厚，
又密，数字的，把我给耽溺！
我听红马正啼——
焕发，赤裸又赤足。
我骑上它，路过一些教堂，
奔经没了卒的营，
引上一伙恶军追逐。
它桉木的双眸窃影，
它钟的身奔袭。
我欠长时华丽的雷击，以及
一位亲人传承我的过去。
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