海螺

在我父母臥房的鏡前躺著一粉紅色的海螺。我常躡足走近，突然地將其貼在我的耳旁。
我想出其不意，抓到牠並不嗚嗚然單調地思念著海的時候。雖然我當時還小，
我卻已懂得，即使我們深愛一人，有時我們也會忘記。


－－〈海螺〉，式畢紐‧賀伯特



In front of the mirror in my parent’s bedroom lay a pink conch. I used to approach it on tiptoes, and with a sudden movement put it against my ears. I wanted to surprise it one day when it wasn’t longing with a monotonous hum for the sea. Although I was small I knew that even if we love someone very much, at times it happens that we forget about it.

‘Conch’ by Zbigniew Herbert