Walking Around
<strong>WalkingAround</strong>
ItsohappensIamsickofbeingaman.
AndithappensthatIwalkintotailorshopsandmovie
houses
driedup,roof,likeaswanmadeoffelt
steeringmywayinawaterofwombsandashes.
Thesmellofbarbershopsmakesmebreakintohoarse
sobs.
TheonlythingIwantistoliestilllikestonesorwool.
TheonlythingIwantistoseenomorestores,nogardens,
noods,acles,ors.
ItsohappensthatIamsiyfeetandmynails
andmyhairandmyshadow.
ItsohappensIamsickofbeingaman.
Stillitwouldbemarvelous
toterrifyalawclerkwithacutlily,
orkillanunwithablowontheear.
Itwouldbegreat
toghthestreetswithagreenknife
lettingoutyellsuntilIdiedofthecold.
Idontwanttogoonbeingarootinthedark,
insecure,stretchedout,shiveringwithsleep,
goingondown,intothemoistgutsoftheearth,
takinginandthinkiingeveryday.
Idontwantsomuchmisery.
Idontwanttogoonasarootandatomb,
aloneuheground,awarehousewithcorpses,
halffrozen,dyingofgrief.
ThatswhyMonday,whenitseesmeing
withmyvictface,blazesuplikegasoline,
andithowlsonitswaylikeawoundedwheel,
andleavestracksfullofwarmbloodleadingtowardthe
night.
Anditpushesmeiainers,intosomemoist
houses,
intohospitalswherethebonesflyoutthewindow,
intoshoeshopsthatsmelllikevinegar,
aaishideousascratheskin.
Therearesulphur-coloredbirds,andhideousiines
hangihedoorsofhousesthatIhate,
andtherearefalseteethfotteninacoffeepot,
therearemirrors
thatoughttohaveweptfromshameandterror,
thereareumbrellaseverywhere,andvenoms,andumbilical
cords.
Istrollalongserenely,withmyeyes,myshoes,
myrage,fettihing,
Iwalkby,goingthroughofficebuildingsandorthopedic
shops,
andcourtyardswithwashinghangingfromtheline:
underwear,towelsandshirtsfromwhichslow
dirtytearsarefalling.
TranslatedbyRobertBly
<strong>PabloNeruda</strong>松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
ItsohappensIamsickofbeingaman.
AndithappensthatIwalkintotailorshopsandmovie
houses
driedup,roof,likeaswanmadeoffelt
steeringmywayinawaterofwombsandashes.
Thesmellofbarbershopsmakesmebreakintohoarse
sobs.
TheonlythingIwantistoliestilllikestonesorwool.
TheonlythingIwantistoseenomorestores,nogardens,
noods,acles,ors.
ItsohappensthatIamsiyfeetandmynails
andmyhairandmyshadow.
ItsohappensIamsickofbeingaman.
Stillitwouldbemarvelous
toterrifyalawclerkwithacutlily,
orkillanunwithablowontheear.
Itwouldbegreat
toghthestreetswithagreenknife
lettingoutyellsuntilIdiedofthecold.
Idontwanttogoonbeingarootinthedark,
insecure,stretchedout,shiveringwithsleep,
goingondown,intothemoistgutsoftheearth,
takinginandthinkiingeveryday.
Idontwantsomuchmisery.
Idontwanttogoonasarootandatomb,
aloneuheground,awarehousewithcorpses,
halffrozen,dyingofgrief.
ThatswhyMonday,whenitseesmeing
withmyvictface,blazesuplikegasoline,
andithowlsonitswaylikeawoundedwheel,
andleavestracksfullofwarmbloodleadingtowardthe
night.
Anditpushesmeiainers,intosomemoist
houses,
intohospitalswherethebonesflyoutthewindow,
intoshoeshopsthatsmelllikevinegar,
aaishideousascratheskin.
Therearesulphur-coloredbirds,andhideousiines
hangihedoorsofhousesthatIhate,
andtherearefalseteethfotteninacoffeepot,
therearemirrors
thatoughttohaveweptfromshameandterror,
thereareumbrellaseverywhere,andvenoms,andumbilical
cords.
Istrollalongserenely,withmyeyes,myshoes,
myrage,fettihing,
Iwalkby,goingthroughofficebuildingsandorthopedic
shops,
andcourtyardswithwashinghangingfromtheline:
underwear,towelsandshirtsfromwhichslow
dirtytearsarefalling.
TranslatedbyRobertBly
<strong>PabloNeruda</strong>松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读