你從交談進入沉默，
將你的鞋子，
留在聲音的門廳。

用一隻貓的皮毛，
你馴服那一點殘餘的哼聲。

你的雙腳變成爪子。
知覺收縮為，
一單獨的光點。
周圍沒有改變。
你變小了，
但其它沒變。

Entering

You pass from conversations
to silence, leaving your shoes
in the vestibule of sound.

One hum remains, which you tame
with the fur of a cat.

Your feet turn to paws.
Your senses contract
to a single point of light.
Nothing changes.
You grow smaller,
but nothing changes.

---By Peter Desy
(from "College English", Vol.44, No.3, 1982)