那年冬天--杨克

一把把冷飕飕的刀子

一夜便割干净一切

城市蒙上白布

露宿的

僵硬的树，枝桠手脚冰凉　　

逆风而行的人

柔弱得像一条条草

谁一声低沉的咳嗽

吓得路旁的楼房一跳

That Year, Winter

YangKe

Bladeon blade, chill-chilling knives

inone night all’s cut clean away downright

citysmothered in white cloth

Bedroomless

stiffenedtrees, their branches ice-frigid limbs

Thosewending their way against the wind are

frailas blade on blade of grass

someone’sone-time whispered coughing

makesthe roadside high-rise startle

（Simon Patton 译）