〈解藥〉 威廉·卡洛斯·威廉斯（試譯：淺白）
有時我會羨慕別人，怕他們
也有點吧，若其寫得好的話。
畢竟我寫不了時就如病人一樣
且想死。原因就這末簡單。
但他們亦無以存取我的經驗來源──
隨他人寫吧，那就，像其本來就會
的那樣，並盡所能完善它；他們
永遠也不會觸見那形象的袐密
交織，與這片深不可測的土地
我們每日都在上行走，而從中
在一眾餘者裏，你已然昇起
如花一般，綻開，落到我手上。
16/4/2026稿
The Cure
By William Carlos Williams (from his 1944 collection The Wedge)
Sometimes I envy others, fear them
a little too, if they write well.
For when I cannot write I’m a sick man
and want to die. The cause is plain.
But they have no access to my sources.
Let them write then as they may and
perfect it as they can they will never
come to the secret of that form
interknit with the unfathomable ground
where we walk daily and from which
among the rest you have sprung
and opened flower-like to my hand.
"Therefore, each speech having its own character, the poetry it engenders will be peculiar to that speech also in its own intrinsic form. The effect is beauty, what in a single object resolves our complex feelings of propriety... to make: make clear the complexity of his perceptions in the medium given to him by inheritance, chance, accident or whatever it may be to work with according to his talents and the will that drives them...
"...to give language its highest dignity, its illumination in the environment to which it is native. Such war, as the arts live and breathe by, is continuous."
-William Carlos Williams, Introduction to The Wedge(1944)
