《马尔默》

文/和平岛

不知道

西港与老城区

在爱因斯坦相对论里

是不是两个平行的宇宙

我旁观

卡拉特拉瓦

用刁钻的90度直角

将旋转大厦

设计成蓝天

最好的金刚石钻头

莫勒旺根

只是藏红花，沙拉三明治，比萨，以及来自世界各地的香料

调色板

我

模仿一个音符

飘过

城堡磨坊

斯洛特斯特拉德花园的万花丛

安娜-丽莎之喷泉

克朗普林塞桑·布洛姆斯特的花街

当我钻进

皮尔达姆公园

山毛榉的同心圆筑起

两面绿色的城墙

夹击的天空

亲爱的，

马尔默

这个万花筒

多元文化从来不止是一个简单的熔炉

明天

我将钻过

厄勒海峡大桥

随同这海底隧道一起

消失于波罗的海的腹部

像牛顿手里的苹果

落回母星

像一尾割喉鳟

一年年回到

北萨尼奇

哈根溪

Malmö

I wonder

If the Western Harbor and the Old Town

Are but two parallel universes

Within Einstein's relativity.

I stand as an observer

As Calatrava,

With that cunning ninety-degree twist,

Turns the Turning Torso

Into the finest diamond drill bit

For the azure sky.

Möllevången

Is but a palette

Of saffron, falafel, and pizza,

And spices gathered from across the globe.

I,

Imitating a musical note,

Drift past

The Castle Mill,

The floral abundance of Slottsträdgården,

The Fountain of Anna-Lisa,

And the blossom-lined street of Kronprinsessan Blomster.

As I slip into

Pildammsparken,

Where concentric circles of beech trees rear up

Two towering walls of green,

Sandwiching the sky.

My dear,

Malmö

Is a kaleidoscope;

Multiculturalism was never as simple as a melting pot.

Tomorrow,

I shall pass through

The Öresund Bridge,

And along with the undersea tunnel,

Vanish into the belly of the Baltic Sea.

Like the apple in Newton’s hand

Falling back to its home star;

Like a cutthroat trout

Returning year after year

To North Saanich,

To Hagan Creek.