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此刻我对你的爱犹如一头小象,
它生于柏林或是巴黎
它跺着如棉花般柔软的脚掌
在兽王的屋子里徜徉。

对这头小象,你可不能喂它法国小白面包,
也不能喂它白菜或是甘蓝――
它能吃橘子,可也只吃一小瓣儿,
一块白糖或是一点点糖果。

呵,亲爱的,切莫哭泣,不要说
它已成为窄笼里平头百姓的笑柄,
抽烟的人往它鼻子里喷烟圈
马车夫的恶作剧嬴得轻薄女的哈哈笑声。

亲爱的,你别以为,总有一天,
它会发怒,会挣脱锁链
会跑到街上,象一辆汽车,
把狂呼乱叫的人们碾成齑粉。

不,你最好把它想象成这样
浑身珠光宝气,浴着晨光的孔雀的翎羽
犹如从前那位伟人
把汉尼拔丢在颤抖的罗马脚下。


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