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雪泥 · 发表于: 星期二四月 25, 2006 12:38 pm 发表主题: Die Young

Die Young
by M.R.

At that time,
Sounds of nature were wafted to the back yard,
You held her hands and said: “My Circe！”
I stood at the highest mountain top in the north——
a Buddhist bowl in hand,
for teardrops of plumflowers.

Although I know all the images in water
are imprecations which
Artemis uttered in anger,
I’ m infatuated with them
and kowtow on knees in an idle dream.

Evil ,hide at your dirty place.
Sneer at me!
Watch how my soul is stolen!
A mummery ,it could be.

Alas, why not drink up the opium juice
to share madness with Thomas De Quincey ;
Or , go into the nether world with bloody poems,
to serve Yama and his wife.

Let me look at the images in water once again
When all are withered , dreams in vain.
__________
Circe, Amor’s beloved girl
Artemis，God of moon
Thomas De Quincey (1785_1859)，wrote
CONFESSIONS OF AN ENGLISH OPIUM EATER
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和平岛 · 发表于: 星期二四月 25, 2006 8:16 pm 发表主题:

well done,
i like the expression of images in water:

all the images in water
...
Let me look at the images in water once again

雪泥 · 发表于: 星期二四月 25, 2006 11:52 pm 发表主题: