作者：哑 石
这季节，白色的孤独，特别
适宜伪装成黑眼珠去观察别的事物。
南方山坡寒冷，水凼上，残留
一层修薄的冰。它们，似可一触即破。
居住在四楼，我非常适合俯身
观察小区玉兰：此刻，还铁灰似的枯。
老婆公司老板，春节过得火红，
竟狡黠，不打算兑现员工报酬的承诺。
几天前，为双亲扫墓。云低垂，
道旁玉兰，喷涌出白色、嘶鸣的花朵。
选自《诗刊》
Cold Drizzle: Goddess’ Dazzling Hair
by Ya Shi
This season, call it white solitude, is the perfect time
to impersonate dark eyes to see the world.
The southern slope, still chilly, a film of ice remains
on the pond. The ice, so thin that it will break at touch.
From my home on the fourth floor, I easily bend over
and see the Magnolia below: still ashen gray, still wilted.
My wife’s boss, who just held a gleeful New Year celebration,
has a cunning design to cancel employee compensation.
A few days ago, I swept my parents’ tombs. Clouds are low,
and magnolia along the road spewed out white, neighing flowers.
哑石，1966年生，四川广安人，现居成都，供职于某高校经济数学学院。1990年开始新诗创作。出版诗集有《哑石诗选》、《如诗》、《火花旅馆》等。曾获第4届刘丽安诗歌奖、首届华文青年诗人奖等。