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[anna]

我很喜欢李立杨的诗。这几首才读到。

http://poetrysky.com/quarterly/35/lee.html
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

我很喜欢李立杨的诗。这几首才读到。

http://poetrysky.com/quarterly/35/lee.html
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[长篙]

成长

Wait for evening.
Then you'll be alone.

Wait for the playground to empty.
Then call out those companions from childhood:

The ones who closed his eyes
And pretended to be invisible.
The one to whom you told every secret.
The one who made a world of any hiding place.

And don't forget the one who listened in silence
while you wondered out loud:

Is the universe an empty mirror? A flowering tree?
Is the universe the sleep of a woman?

Wait for the sky's last blue
(the color of your homesickness)
Then you'll know the answer.

Wait for the air's first gold (that color of Amen).
Then you'll spy the wind's barefoot steps.

Then you'll recall that story beginning
with a child straying in the woods.

The search for him goes on in the growing
shadow of the clock.

And the face behind the clock's face
is not his father's face.

And the hands behind the clock's hands
are not his mother's hands.

All of time begins when you first answered
to the names your mother and father gave you.

Soon those names will travel with the leaves.
Then you can trade places with the wind.

Then you will remember your life
as a book of candles,
Each page read by the light of its own burning.


盼着黄昏来临，
剩一个人清静。

盼着游戏场地空空无人，
你就呼唤出童年的游伴。

一个闭上眼睛，
假想他是个隐形人。
另一个你把秘密全告诉了他。
还有一个把我们每个躲蔵地
变成一个新鲜的世界。

别忘了另外一个玩伴一声不响，
静听你大声地猜想，

宇宙是一面空镜？开花的树？（这里气息开始变化）
女人的沉睡？

等到天空只剩下些许淡蓝
（你想家的颜色).
你就知道答案了。

等到第一线金光
闪烁在空气中（好颜色啊，阿门）
你就窥见轻风赤裸的脚步。

你就会想起来那个故事，
从前有一个孩子迷失在树林里。

大家在寻找他，
时钟的影子渐渐拉长。

时钟顔面背后的脸，
不是他父亲的脸。

指针背后的手指，
不是他母亲的手指。

当你开始回应父母给你的名称时，
时间就启动了。

不久，你这些名字随着叶子飘游，
然后，你和风的位置也可以掉换。

然后你就记得你的生命
是一根根腊烛组成的书，
页页由它燃烧中的光芒去读。

浅读：很柔缓的抒情，节奏拖的很长很长。
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忘掉写诗,你才开始真正写诗;詩無定法,隨性而安

長篙诗歌自然門
http://blog.sina.com.cn/99GG

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成长

Wait for evening.
Then you'll be alone.

Wait for the playground to empty.
Then call out those companions from childhood:

The ones who closed his eyes
And pretended to be invisible.
The one to whom you told every secret.
The one who made a world of any hiding place.

And don't forget the one who listened in silence
while you wondered out loud:

Is the universe an empty mirror? A flowering tree?
Is the universe the sleep of a woman?

Wait for the sky's last blue
(the color of your homesickness)
Then you'll know the answer.

Wait for the air's first gold (that color of Amen).
Then you'll spy the wind's barefoot steps.

Then you'll recall that story beginning
with a child straying in the woods.

The search for him goes on in the growing
shadow of the clock.

And the face behind the clock's face
is not his father's face.

And the hands behind the clock's hands
are not his mother's hands.

All of time begins when you first answered
to the names your mother and father gave you.

Soon those names will travel with the leaves.
Then you can trade places with the wind.

Then you will remember your life
as a book of candles,
Each page read by the light of its own burning.


盼着黄昏来临，
剩一个人清静。

盼着游戏场地空空无人，
你就呼唤出童年的游伴。

一个闭上眼睛，
假想他是个隐形人。
另一个你把秘密全告诉了他。
还有一个把我们每个躲蔵地
变成一个新鲜的世界。

别忘了另外一个玩伴一声不响，
静听你大声地猜想，

宇宙是一面空镜？开花的树？（这里气息开始变化）
女人的沉睡？

等到天空只剩下些许淡蓝
（你想家的颜色).
你就知道答案了。

等到第一线金光
闪烁在空气中（好颜色啊，阿门）
你就窥见轻风赤裸的脚步。

你就会想起来那个故事，
从前有一个孩子迷失在树林里。

大家在寻找他，
时钟的影子渐渐拉长。

时钟顔面背后的脸，
不是他父亲的脸。

指针背后的手指，
不是他母亲的手指。

当你开始回应父母给你的名称时，
时间就启动了。

不久，你这些名字随着叶子飘游，
然后，你和风的位置也可以掉换。

然后你就记得你的生命
是一根根腊烛组成的书，
页页由它燃烧中的光芒去读。

浅读：很柔缓的抒情，节奏拖的很长很长。
_________________
忘掉写诗,你才开始真正写诗;詩無定法,隨性而安

長篙诗歌自然門
http://blog.sina.com.cn/99GG