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我焦急。海的多毛的手

正攀上苔黑的岩岸

鹹沫的厲笑，迴盪於

凌亂的鷗翅與追蹤的往事之間

濺著你的眼瞼了！

我不敢用手指寫在沙上，怕你

牢牢記住，像記住石碑上

古老的碣語

1966.3.8

ANXIETY

 by William Marr

The sea’s hairy hands

are climbing up the mossy rocks

its malicious laughter, bouncing

between the disheveled wings of seagulls and the unshakable past

now splashing salty foam over your eyelids

I dare not write on the sand with my finger

lest you might recall

the ancient inscriptions

on a stone tablet

1966.3.8