致科恩｜歌之塔：送别之歌
意大利的清晨，窗外下起了雨，手机的屏幕闪烁着，突然传来里奥纳多·科恩（Leonard Cohen）去世的消息，享年82岁。对，的确有些突然，因为我曾自私地以为他会活到90岁。再次将此诗献给他，并附上科恩的一曲《歌之塔》及歌词——在诗或歌的道路上，他永远不会消失。
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TOWER OF SONG
（歌之塔）
——致Leonard Cohen（里奥纳多·科恩）
勃鲁盖尔也有一座通天塔，倘若站在顶端，
我要一手揽过月亮，用利剑挑起夜幕、刺破晓梦。
但我越往上攀走，口音就越是混杂不堪，直至
五音不全。我以为口耳都已懈怠，就像步入高原神殿。
那是一个残缺不全的建筑，体态暧昧，不知
在修建抑或拆除。但它既已落地，一些流离失所的
漫无目的的歌，就会毫无预兆地降临其间——
穿梭自如，以为这，就是它们人间的居所。
但天上的人必将愤怒，那凌虚而蹈、面目模糊的人
怎能容忍蝼蚁如此自以为是，用塔尖
刺穿他的屁股？愚蠢的人类，多么无知、多么猖狂——
歌声让他们幻想自己已脱离凡身，就要化作尘埃：
人类，语言的建筑、混乱的音符，注定独一无二
就像每一个月亮，过了今夜，将不再是同一个……
宋欤焉
歌词：
Tower of Song
——Leonard Cohen
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A hundred floors above me
In the Tower of Song
I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the Tower of Song
So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah they don't let a woman kill you
Not in the Tower of Song
Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices
In the Tower of Song
I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
We'll never have to lose it again
Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back
They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
From a window in the Tower of Song
Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song