重新製造

Childless Woman 　The womb 　Rattles its pod, the moon 　Discharges itself from the tree with nowhere to go. 　My landscape is a hand with no lines, 　The roads bunched to a knot, 　The knot myself, 　Myself the rose you acheive--- 　This body,　 　This ivory 　Ungodly as a child's shriek. 　Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, 　Loyal to my image, 　Uttering nothing but blood--- 　Taste it, dark red! 　And my forest 　My funeral, 　And this hill and this 　Gleaming with the mouths of corpses. 　本人英文很爛，無法譯為中文。 　不過，翻譯詩本來就很難（←推託之詞）　 　但是用英文理解這首詩不難。 　又，詩這種東西真的很奇妙， 　翻譯之後的意境往往不夠美。 　所以就用英文理解吧！哈哈 　題外話， 　研究室冷氣好吵，真惱人。