愤怒是一把苦锁。
但你能打开它。
八十三岁的北斋
说道，
该画狮子了。
每天早晨
直到219天后
死去
他画
一头狮子。
风从西北突然吹来。
狮子们摇摆着
跃下
松树的
树冠
落在
积雪的路上
或撞到
一起
在他的茅屋上方，
它们白色的爪子
一路
抓伤星辰。
我继续画着
希望得到
平静的一天，
北斋说道，
当它们砰然而过。
作者 / [加拿大] 安妮·卡森
翻译 / 少况
Anger is a bitter lock.
But you can turn it.
Hokusai aged 83
said,
Time to do my lions.
Every morning
until he died
219 days later
he made
a lion.
Wind came gusting from the northwest.
Lions swayed
and leapt
from the crests
of the pine trees
onto
the snowy road
or crashed
together
over his hut,
their white paws
mauling stars
on the way down.
I continue to draw
hoping for
a peaceful day,
said Hokusai
as they thudded past.
by Anne Carson
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