酷我-北美枫

非马

做诗

直到妻子温存的眼光
也结了冰
诗人才惊觉
笼罩自己脸上的冷
竟是恁般深重

但大地
为了开出第一朵花
必须忍耐
长长的冬

就这样
他又一次
理得而心不安
苦苦地等待
一声清脆的爆响

冰破裂眉头舒展
安祥地他摊开稿纸
写下第一个字

Making of a Poem

when his wife’s warm gaze
turns into an icicle
he knows there’s a deep freeze
on his own face

but before the bloom
of its first flower
the earth must endure
a long long winter

so he once again attains
though not without a qualm
a peace of mind
and arduously awaits
the clear and crisp sound

ice breaking brows relaxing
composedly he spreads out
a sheet of paper
and puts down
his first word