Tuning Fields 307, 2015 by Margaret Garrett

I favor the left side a smidge.
I read with my left eye, write with my left hand,
gather the light through my left eyeball.
I like to sleep on the left side of the bed,
like a small broad bean, taking up the smallest patch of night.

Whenever I walk, I start with my left leg..
Whenever I pause, I lean to the left side of life.
I am a lefty river
flowing through this world.
I stubbornly keep this habit.
It has nothing to do with the left-leaning
opportunistic route,
no, I reserve the right:
right side of the room, right part of the body
right of the blue sky and grassland
for other people
to use.

I'm used to accepting left side pains,
I'm accustomed to the fact that they are
much more exact
more unbridled
slower in onset,
and that their passing makes me warmer, happier.

 

我只是偏爱左边一点
李小洛

我只是偏爱左边一点
左眼看报,左手写字
用左边的眼球积聚光线
夜里睡觉我也喜欢睡在床铺的左边
像颗小个子的蚕豆,占据黑夜最小的位置

每次走动,我总是先跨出左腿
每次停顿
我也总是倾向生活的左侧
看上去,我总像流过这个世界
一条左撇子的河流

我固执地保持着这种习惯
其实和道听途说的左倾
机会主义的路线无关
我尽量地挪出右边的位置
右边的房间,右边的身体
右边的蓝天和草地
给那些另外的人
只是我已经习惯了

我已经习惯了接受来自左边的疼痛
习惯了它们比右边来得更为仔细一些
准确一些
放肆一些
慢慢地
温暖一些
幸福一些