有人抽走了我的世界里所有空气，

但我安然，就好像仍在呼吸，

因为那曾经的、真正的、尽情的呼吸，

足以让我学会骗过自己。

足以让我的肺叶学会静止，

缓缓下沉，如俳优般轻灵，

融入周身，不教一粒细胞觉察——

我胸腔最深处的炉膛里，只馀灰烬。

I breathed enough to take the Trick -

And now, removed from Air -

I simulate the Breath, so well -

That One, to be quite sure -

The Lungs are stirless - must descend

Among the Cunning Cells -

And touch the Pantomine - Himself

How numb, the Bellows feels!