我用什么才能留住你？

我能用什么取悦你呢？
我向你献上瘦小的街道、绝望的日落、荒凉的月亮。
我向你献上一个久久凝视过孤独的月亮的人所感受的凄苦。
我向你献上我写的文字所蕴藏的全部智慧，以及我生命中所有的男子气概或者幽默气质。
我向你献上一个从来不忠的男人的忠心。
我向你献上辛苦保存下来的、我自己的核心——那颗不用语词作交易、不贩卖梦想、未曾被时间和欢乐和困厄影响过的、不偏不倚的心。
我向你献出远在你出生之前夕阳下见过的、一朵黄玫瑰的记忆。
我向你献出对于你的诠释、与你有关的一切理论以及关于你的真实而奇异的消息。
我可以向你献出我的寂寞、我的黑暗、我的饥饿的心；我想用无常、用危险、用失败贿赂你。

                                                                                                                                     ——博尔赫斯

What can I hold you with?

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs.
I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.
I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honoured in marble: my father’s father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow; my mother’s grandfather -just twentyfour- heading a charge of three hundred men in Perú, now ghosts on vanished horses.
I offer you whatever insight my books may hold. whatever manliness or humour my life.
I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.
I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved somehow -the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.
I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.
I offer you explanationsof yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

                                                                                                                         ——Jorge Luis Borges

附：第一眼看见就喜欢的诗。                                                                                                                       有个说法是：语言被发明的时候，人就已经输了。

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