電影《派特森》影評：PATERSON

《Love poem》

We have plenty of matches in our house

we keep them on hand always

currently our favorite brand is Ohio Blue Tip,

though we used to prefer Diamond brand

That was before we discovered Ohio Blue Tip matches

They are excellently packaged sturdy

little boxes with dark and light blue and white labels

with words lettered in the shape of a megaphone

as if to say even louder to the world,

「Here is the most beautiful watch in the world,

so sober and furious

and stubbornly ready to burst into flame,

Lighting,perhaps,the cigarette of the woman you love,

for the first time,and it was never relly the same after that.

All this will we give you."

That is what you gave me,

I become the cigarette and you the match,or

I the match and you the cigarette,blazing

with kisses that smoulder toward heaven.

《 Another One》

When you're a child

you learn

there are three dimensions:

height,width,and depth.

Like a shoebox.

Then later you hear

there's a fourth dimension:

time.

Hmm.

Then some say

there can be Five,Six,Seven...

I knock off work,

have a beer

at the bar.

I look down at the glass

and feel glad.

《Poem》

I‘m in the house.

It's nice out:warm

Sun on cold snow.

First day of spring

or last of winter.

My legs run up

the stairs and out

the door,

my top half here writing

《Glow》

When I wake up earlier than you and you

are turned to face me,face

on the pillow and hair spread around,

I take a chance and stare at you,

amazed in love and afraid

that you might open your eyes and have

the daylights scared out of you.

But maybe with the daylights gone

you'd see how much my chest and head

implode for you,their voices trapped

inside like unborn children fearing

they will never see the light of day.

The opening in the wall now dimly glows

ints rainy blue and gray.

I tie my shoes

andy go downstairs to put the coffee on.

《Water falls 》

Water falls from the bright air,

it falls like hair

falling across the young girl’s shoulders

water falls

making pools and asphalt

dirty mirrors with clouds and buildings inside，

it falls on the river of my house

falls on my mother and on my hair

most people call it rain.

《The Run》

I go through

trillions of molecules

that move aside

to make way for me

while on both sides

trillions more

stay where they are.

The windshield wiper

blade starts to squeak.

The rain has stopped

I stop.

On the corner

a boy in a yellow raincoat

holding his mother’s hand.

《This Is Just To Say》

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox

and which you were probably

saving for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold.

《Pumpkin》

My little pumpkin

I like to think about other girls sometimes

but the truth is

if you ever left me

I’d tear my heart out

and never put it back.

There’ll never be anyone like you.

How embarrassing.

《The Line》

There’s an old song

my grandfather used to sing

that has the question

「Or would you like be a fish?」

In the same song

is the same question

but with a mule and a pig

but the one I hear sometimes

in my head is the fish one.

Just that one line.

Would you rather be a fish?

As if the rest of the song

didn’t have to be there.

《Paterson》