Delivering Newspapers

Delivering Newspapers

Who believes in the mask’s weeping?
who believes in the weeping nation?
the nation has lost its memory
memory goes as far as this morning

the newspaper boy sets out in the morning
all over town the sound of a desolate trumpet
is it your bad omen or mine?
vegetables with fragile nerves
peasants plant their hands in the ground
longing for the gold of a good harvest
politicians sprinkle pepper
on their own tongues
and a stand of birches in the midst of a debate:
whether to sacrifice themselves for art or doors

this public morning
created by a paperboy
revolution sweeps past the corner
he's fast asleep

送报

谁相信面具的哭泣
谁相信哭泣的国家
国家失去记忆
记忆成为早晨
　　
送报的孩子从早晨出发
凄厉的小号响遍全城
是你的不幸还是我的不幸
神经脆弱的蔬菜啊
农民们把手栽进地里
盼望抓住金条的好年景
政客在自己舌头上
撒着胡椒粉
而桦树林正在讨论
是捐躯于艺术还是门
　　
这个公共的早晨
被送报的孩子所创造
一场革命掠过街头
他睡了