今天讀到Gemma Gorga的詩，很喜歡，分享于後：
（來源 http://goo.gl/Ic0Dgl，網頁中可見詩人簡介）


小故事

蜜蜂飛近我嘴唇，口述
一首詩的第一行
在橙樹的甜美音節中被偶然找到。
我好容易閉上了眼睛，同意了
但是沒有人教給我
怎樣接受一個奇蹟。我深知
怎樣用手接受一個
毒蘋果，怎樣彎曲脖子
去感覺黑夜慢慢地
深紅地咬下去，也知道殘忍怎麼堆積
在每一塊鏡子的底面。不過，該用哪一隻手
接受祭品？如何打開手
接受意外的禮物？後天
總是太晚：蜜蜂不在，橙樹花
不見，音節尋不著
適當的秩序來揭開幸福的結局。

（Jesús Sayols 譯）


Little story

The bee came close to my lips to dictate to me
the beginning of a poem found by chance
among the sweet syllables of the orange tree.
It would have been simple to shut my eyes and agree
if it weren't that nobody ever showed me
how to accept a miracle. I know perfectly well
how to place my hands to receive a poisoned
apple, I know how to bend my neck
to feel the slow crimson bite
night makes, how cruelty accumulates
in the depths of every mirror. With what hands,
however, should a gift be taken? How to open the hands
to accept the unexpected gift? The following day
it is always too late: the bee has vanished, no flowers
remain on any orange tree, and the syllables can't find
the proper order to show what the happy ending might be.

（Translated by Anna Crowe）