白日在走动与停留之间摇晃，
与它自己的透明相恋。

环形的下午现在是一个海湾
世界在那里摇动于寂静中。

一切都可见而一切又难以捉摸，
一切都近在咫尺而又不可触及。

纸张，书籍，铅笔，玻璃杯，
歇息在它们名字的阴影中。

跳动于我太阳穴中的时间重复
同样不变的血的音节。

光芒把冷漠的墙转变成
一处幽灵的反影的剧院。

我发现自己处于一只眼睛中央
用其空白的盯视观察我自己。

时刻散布。静止不动：
我停留又走动：我是一次停顿。

Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.