weightless as hair dust...

有人在專欄引Franz Wright：

……他倆都去睡覺了／可穿戴得好像去旅行。／猶如毒癮被寬恕／從上一個黃昏／下跌，迷失／葉子空自期待／回歸成為葉子——／長期積雪的婚變……／那張狹窄的床，一個十字架／在祭壇／和手術台之間。聲音／在訴說﹕當我還活著／我愛你／而我現在就愛你。
——老故事

手癢，貼而和之：

Domesticity
Franz Wright

Gray little clumps weightless as hair dust what is it
Forty years later
utterly unrecognizable
save for our eyes
that is, were we to meet--

輕若髮之塵末
were we to meet...