| 衰落
（查尔斯·布可夫斯基/作，张文武/译）
早上八点，我在房子旁边赤身裸体，
往身上涂芝麻油，
耶稣啊，
我已经到了这步田地吗？
我一度在黑巷中战斗，
只为开怀一笑。
现在我不笑了。
我把油和惊讶泼到自己身上，
你想要多少年？
多少天？
我的血液已被玷污，
一只黑天使坐在我的脑中。
事情总是这样，
源于某物而归于虚无。
我理解城市的陷落，
国家的陷落。
一架小飞机从头上飞过。
我抬头张望，仿佛这种张望
真的有什么意义。
没错，天空开始腐烂：
时日无多了，对我们每个人来说，
都是如此。
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naked along the side of the house,
8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil
over my body, Jesus, have I come
to this?
I once battled in dark alleys for a
laugh.
now I'm not laughing.
I splash myself with oil and wonder,
how many years do you want?
how many days?
my blood is soiled and a dark
angel sits in my brain.
things are made of something and
go to nothing.
I understand the fall of cities, of
nations.
a small plane passes overhead.
I look upward as if it made sense to
look upward.
it's true, the sky has rotted:
it won't be long for any of
us.
Charles Bukowski
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