Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.
Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.
The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.
I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.
The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.
《Between going and staying》Octavio Paz
去留之間白日猶豫著，
戀愛著自身的透明。
週而復始的午後如今是一
港灣︰世界靜靜搖曳其中。
一切都看得見，一切都無形，
一切都近在眼前，一切都不可及。
紙張，書籍，鉛筆，玻璃，
在它們名字的蔭影裡歇息。
在我的太陽穴裡悸動著的時間
重複著相同不變的血的音節。
光把無動於衷的牆轉化成
一座幽幻的反光的劇場。
我發現自己在一隻眼的中央
以其茫然的目光注視著自己。
瞬間消散。一動不動地
我留，我去︰我暫停。
