【念诗给你听】最后的两个强者走了-致最后一场球赛

最后的两个夏尔巴人是最强的两个 他们是忠诚的队友，被风剥蚀的面孔， 一道道煤烟，一道道冰川的光。 在顶峰下面的雪地 我们停步休息。 第一个是我的身体，舒服地戴着猞猁皮帽， 浑身酥油和细矿土的味道 灵活，鲁莽，肩膀宽宽， 在咬人喉咙的氧气中生龙活虎。 第二个是我的智慧，阴郁而又饥渴， 狐狸一样的额头上道道耕痕，我的精于计算的大脑， 正在找寻玛尼堆或者沉坑， 来解释我让他们回去，我一人独自留下的原因。 从刀劈斧砍的冰峰往下看 我看到他们转身，远去，并未感到害怕。 像钻石一样瞎，被太阳提纯被空气稀释， 不管我当时是什么，我都已经不能回头。 作者 | 坎贝尔·迈克格拉斯 翻译 | 光诸 Releasing the Sherpas The last two sherpas were the strongest, faithful companions, their faces wind-peeled, streaked with soot and glacier-light on the snowfield below the summit where we stopped to rest. The first was my body, snug in its cap of lynx- fur, smelling of yak butter and fine mineral dirt, agile, impetuous, broad-shouldered, alive to the frozen bite of oxygen in the larynx. The second was my intellect, dour and thirsty, furrowing its fox-like brow, my calculating brain searching for some cairn or chasm to explain my decision to send them back without me. Looking down from the next, ax-cleft serac I saw them turn and dwindle and felt unafraid. Blind as a diamond, sun-pure and rarefied, whatever I was then, there was no turning back. by Campbell Mcgrath