|
Variation of the Stars By Jiang-He If only Light came to every corner of the earth, Who would still Wish for the stars; Who would still gaze at the night, Searching for consolation from afar; Who would not wish Every passing day To be a poem; Every word said To be a star, Like bees vibrating upon the heart. Who would not wish To have a tender night, As tender as a lake lying upon the heart while Fireflies swim among waterlilies with the stars. Who would not wish for a spring when Birds chirp on the branches Like stars alight on the sky; Sounds afar flickering in the distance. White lilacs hazy in the air. If only, Light came to every corner of the earth, Who would still Wish for the stars. Who would still burn with loneliness in the cold, Searching for a glimmer of hope. Who would like to produce Tragic poetry solely, Year after year; Every single poem trembles like cold stars, Like water freezes upon the heart. Who would delight in seeing the night Numb with cold, stiff as the land While stars fragile blow off by the wind. Who would not like the flutter of flags, or the fire, From where golden stars spring out and Rise—when stars in heaven are faint with fatigue— To fill places with light where the sun denies. (1980)
| 
|Archiver|手机版|小黑屋|中诗网
( 京ICP备：12024093号-1|
京公网安备 11010502045403号 )
发表于 2015-3-19 14:47:26