冬天的距离
张错

等到一地银杏满地金黄，
才知道冷面的秋，决绝不可挽留。
风的语言擦身而过，寒暄，
留下透明空间。
我开始明白——
那已经是冬天的距离。
有雾自迷蒙眼底升起
在遥远的灰暗，那么接近
而且凄然美丽，
充满矛盾的绝望与期盼
徘徊在秋的清冷与春的挑逗；
有一种潮湿，不是昨夜春情，
而是冬天灰色的大海。
那是一种澎湃的心酸拒绝，
就像在漫长的岁月里
去抵挡那些无法抵挡
漫然而来，飘然而去的季节。
你问我如何让冬天名分保持清白，
我回答以苍白容颜，星霜鬓发，
还有在奇里门札罗山巅，皑白冰雪
一只海明威的豹！
那是另一种透明与坚持，
另一种冬天的距离，
沉默，并且遥不可及。
 
The Distance of Winter
Zhang Cuo
 
When the ground beneath a gingko is gold,
I know cold-faced autumn absolutely cannot be held.
The words of wind brush by, an exchange of heat and cold,
Leaving behind a translucent space.
I begin to know—
Already it is the distance of winter.
There is a fog rising from the haze behind my eyes
In the distant gloom, so near
And coldly pretty,
Despair big with contradiction and expectation
Lingering in the desolation of autumn and the provocation of spring;
There's a dampness, not last night's feeling of spring,
But the great gray sea of winter.
That is a billowing poignant refusal,
Just as if amid the endless years
Trying to stop the unstoppable
Seasons that breezily arrive then drift away.
You ask me how to let winter keep its pure identity,
I reply, with a pale face, a twinkling frost on my temples
And a leopard of Hemingway
At Kilimanjaro, pure white ice and snow!
That is another kind of persistence and transparency,
Another type of winter distance,
Silent, and far beyond reach.
 
（Michael Day 译）