苹果和我母亲

Apple and my mom

(learning to write as Anne Carson)

Apple was my pet dog,
she was a mini‑size brown poodle,
every time she saw me,
jumping up and down，and wanted to make me happy with her joy.
and she succeeded.

When I returned after the end the college term,
I held my mom’s hands with the similar happiness,
and cheered her up with the joy, as pure.
I succeeded sometimes.

Apple was killed, a few year ago.
at a little over one year old,
by a car,
which did not even stopped after the impact.

I regretted that I should not keep her in my inlaw’s country house,
because their house sits so close to a national highway.

My mom died of a curable disease, a few decades ago
when I was a still a sophomore.

When I think of Apple sometimes,
I feel sorry and sad.
The feeling is lighter and lighter as the year goes by.

When I think of my mom,
I feel sorry and sad,
But the feeling intensifies as I am getting older old.

Don’t feel bad, Apple,
she was my dear and poor mom.
中文对应分行译本（忠于原文，卡森式克制语调）

苹果与我的母亲

（学着以安妮·卡森的方式写作）

苹果是我的小狗，
一只迷你棕贵宾。
每次看见我，
它上蹿下跳，想用它的欢喜逗我开心。
它做到了。

学期结束我归家，
我怀着同样的喜悦握住母亲的手，
用这份纯粹的欢愉宽慰她。
有时，我也做到了。

苹果死去，已是数年之前。
它才刚满一岁多，
被一辆车撞倒。
车子肇事之后，甚至没有停下。

我满心悔恨，我不该把它寄养在姻亲的乡间小屋，
那屋子离国道近得可怕。

母亲死于一种本可以治愈的疾病，那是数十年前，
那时我还在读大二。

偶尔想起苹果，
我满心愧疚与悲伤。
岁月流转，这份心绪一日比一日轻。

每当想起母亲，
我满心愧疚与悲伤。
可随着我渐渐老去，这份心绪却愈发浓烈。

别难过啊，苹果。
她是我亲爱又可怜的母亲。

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