love of story
China
August 31, 2007
Write,for example,'the night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance'.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her,and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me,sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her.
To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night,still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her,
the night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all.
In the distance someone is singing.In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her,and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We,of that time,are no longer the same.
I no longer love her,that's certain,but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's.She will be another's.As she was before my kisses.
Her voice,her bright body.Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her,that's certain,but maybe I love her.
Love is so short,forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
May 19, 2007
一三
Leave out my name from the gift
if it be a burden
but keep my song.
从这礼物上抛弃我的名字吧
如果它是一种负担,
但请保存着我的诗歌。
Love’s Secret
William Blake
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears—
Ah, she doth depart.
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly,
Oh, was no deny. (He took her with a sigh. )
一四
April, like a child,
writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers
wipes them away and forgets.
四月,像个小孩
用花朵把象形文字写在尘土上,
又把它抹去,而且忘掉。
May 16, 2007
- memory,the flowers of spring will flow following the wind of years and settle in a tired heart.
- if you do not konw what you can do ,if you do not konw where you are,if you do not konw how to fullfil your endless persuit,please put your hand on your heart and listen to its stricking.nothing is important,only your heart!
- your full-bodied sentiments submerge my blue heart ,what can i do to love you ,make much of you!
