and Neruda is sooooo into bread…
聶魯達怎麼那麼愛麵包呀…
Love sonnet XI
by Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
聶魯達《愛的十四行詩 之十一》（陳黎譯）
我想望你的嘴，你的聲音，你的髮。
沉默而飢渴地，我遊蕩街頭。
麵包滋養不了我，黎明讓我分裂，
一整天我搜尋你兩腳流動的音響。
我渴望你滑溜溜的笑聲，
你那有著豐收色澤的雙手，
渴望你蒼白玉石般的指甲，
我想吃掉你的皮膚像吞下一整顆杏仁。
我想吃掉在你可愛的體內閃耀的陽光，
你驕傲的臉龐上至高無上的鼻子，
我想吃掉你眼睫上稍縱即逝的陰影。
我飢渴地四處走動，嗅尋霞光，
搜尋你，搜尋你熾熱的心，
像基特拉杜荒原上的一頭美洲豹。
延伸閱讀：愛情太短 遺忘太長
