《What can I hold you with》 by J

音频戳：外链：喜马拉雅

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs.

I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.

I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honoured in bronze:

my father's father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs,bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers inthe hide of a cow;

my mother's grandfather --just twentyfour-- heading a charge of three hundred men in Peru, now ghosts onvanished horses.

I offer you whatever insight my books may hold, whatever manliness or humour my life.

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.

I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow--the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams, and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.

I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart;

I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

平日不常读诗，借晨读班契机，早起、念诗。

刚看完，我觉得诗毕竟不同于日常，那么……极端。查了博尔赫斯的生平，维基百科写说他以隽永的文字和深刻的哲理见长；写他9岁就把王尔德的作品译成西班牙文，会几国语言；写别人对他的评价是有多高。

却是在看他的名句集的时候，我方才感受到这份“隽永和深刻”。平日里思维跳跃、没有定性。却在看到他短短一句就能安静下来去体会、去思考。

有诸多话语都似曾相识，像是：“死亡是活过的生命，生活是在路上的死亡。”“在那做梦人的梦中，被梦见的人醒了。”“我如何对我的日子说：我住在你那里，却未曾抚摸你，我周游了你的疆域，却未曾见过你。”

写的多么有趣。之前就觉，能让各个认知层次的受众都觉欣于有所感、有所得，是真大师。而博尔赫斯何尝不是。

顺便一提，在这首诗里，我最喜欢的一句是：I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself. 其实光是到explanations那儿就够我心醉的了。

每个人以自己的经历和作品产生不同的互动，感觉是件蛮特别的事。