美食祈祷与恋爱意大利文化 《美食祈祷和恋爱》Chapter 72 (157):印度诗二首之一

《美食祈祷和恋爱》Chapter 72 (157):印度诗二首之一  

Two Poems from an Ashram in India
First
All this talk of nectar and bliss is starting to piss me off.
这些甘露天堂的言谈开始令我倒胃，
I don't know about you
my friend

but my path to God ain't no sweet waft of incense.
It's a cat set loose in a pigeon pen

and I'm the cat—
but also them who yell like hell when they get pinned.
My path to God is a worker's uprising

won't be peace till they unionize.
Their picket is so fearsome the National Guard won't go near them.
My path was beaten unconscious before me

by a small brown man I never got to see

who chased God through India
shin-deep in mud

barefoot and famined
malarial blood

sleeping in doorways
under bridges—a hobo.
(Which is short for "homeward bound
" you know)
And he now chases me
saying: "Got it yet
Liz?
What HOMEWARD means? What BOUND really is?"