“oh antic God" （美）Lucille Clifton oh antic God return to me my mother in her thirties leaned across the front porch the huge pillow of her breasts pressing against the rail summoning me in for bed. I am almost the dead woman’s age times two. I can barely recall her song the scent of her hands though her wild hair scratches my dreams at night. return to me, oh Lord of then and now, my mother’s calling, her young voice humming my name. 噢怪异的上帝， 还给我 我那三十几岁的妈妈 倚在前阳台 用枕头似的胸脯 顶着栏杆 喊我回家睡觉。 我现在岁数几乎是这死去了的女人的两倍。 我差不多忘记了她唱的歌 她手的味道 只是她的乱发还不时抓挠 我夜间的梦魇。还给我，啊过去 和现在的主，我妈妈的呼唤， 她哼我名字时年轻的声音。 （毗陵居士译）
（美）Lucille Clifton
oh antic God return to me my mother in her thirties leaned across the front porch the huge pillow of her breasts pressing against the rail summoning me in for bed.
I am almost the dead woman’s age times two.
I can barely recall her song the scent of her hands though her wild hair scratches my dreams at night. return to me, oh Lord of then and now, my mother’s calling, her young voice humming my name.
噢怪异的上帝， 还给我 我那三十几岁的妈妈 倚在前阳台 用枕头似的胸脯 顶着栏杆 喊我回家睡觉。
我现在岁数几乎是这死去了的女人的两倍。
我差不多忘记了她唱的歌 她手的味道 只是她的乱发还不时抓挠 我夜间的梦魇。还给我，啊过去 和现在的主，我妈妈的呼唤， 她哼我名字时年轻的声音。
（毗陵居士译）