• Amor & Psyche
• Karen Petersen

That day with you at the housewas like being in an ocean,becalmed and still, without sound,except for the passing of thosegreat dark creatures below, gently twistingas they slowly surveyed their dominion.

You were not a lover that summer mornbut as a lover might be, near the joyful end,finally released, naked and singing,making the bright flowers shiver in the sun.But there was no comfort in that brightness,nor in dreams or even in the edge of a shadow.

What was there to be cherished?Complacencies of the boudoiroverrode past afternoons of lusty passion,sunlight on tanned skin and too much wine,with a ripening sweetness that burstinto old dependencies, inescapable,that left us both gasping for solitude.

By evening's silhouette, againstthe isolation of the florid skystands our empty house, as the hiddencreatures of the night creep forward,disregarded, perishable, and free,filling the landscape with their lonely hunger. [End Page 117]

• 爱慕与灵魂
• 卡伦·彼得森

那天，您在家里的感觉就像是在海洋中，被淡淡的淡淡淡淡的平静，没有声音，只是那些伟大的黑暗生物从下面经过时，在他们缓慢地观察自己的统治权时轻轻地扭动着。

你不是那个夏天的早晨的恋人，但作为一个恋人，可能会在快乐的尽头终于露面，裸露和唱歌，使鲜艳的花朵在阳光下颤抖。但是，那种亮度，梦境，甚至阴影的边缘，都没有安慰。

有什么要珍惜的？午后充满热情的激情，晒黑的皮肤上晒黑的阳光和过多的酒，使闺房自满，充满了成熟的甜味，这不可避免地变成了旧的依赖，使我们俩都为孤独而喘着粗气。

在傍晚的轮廓上，空荡荡的房子在空荡荡的天空中屹立着，夜色中隐藏的生物向前蠕动，无视，易腐烂和自由，充满了孤独的饥饿。[第117页]