我向一個無名之輩敬禮。
我看到他在一面鏡子裡。
他微笑着--我也微笑。
他弄皺他前額的皮膚，
眉頭緊鎖--我也同樣。
我做他所做的每件事。
我說：“你好，我認識你。”
而說這話的我是個說謊者。

哎，這個全然相反的人！
說謊者，傻瓜，夢想家，演員，
士兵，滿是灰塵的飲塵者—
哎！他將隨我而去
走下黑暗的階梯
當沒有別人在注意，
當所有別人都離去。

他挽起我的胳膊肘，
除了他--我丟失所有。

Chicago Poet

I saluted a nobody.
I saw him in a looking-glass.
He smiled—so did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead,
frowning—so did I.
Everything I did he did.
I said,”Hello, I know you.”
And I was a liar to say so.

Ah, this looking-glass man!
Liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor,
Soldier, dusty drinker of dust—
Ah! he will go with me
Down the dark dtairway
When nobody else is looking,
When everybody else is gone.

He locks his elbow in mine,
I lose all—but not him.

---By Carl Sandburg (美1878-1967)