你从交谈进入沉默，
将你的鞋子，
留在声音的门厅。

用一只猫的皮毛，
你驯服那一点残余的哼声。

你的双脚变成爪子。
知觉收缩为，
一单独的光点。
周围没有改变。
你变小了，
但其它没变。

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)