After Reading Ted Hughes'
星期四 六月 25, 2009 6:03 pm
After Reading Ted Hughes' “Full Moon and Little Frieda” (1)
I fall in love with you, Moon,
seeing you step back like a timid artist.
Ted Hughes and little Frieda lean over the door,
listening to the night,
and you come out, a pail lifted.
Moon, they are gone.
they left you watching over the river.
How many years since?
And you watch the small village
becoming a floating island in the dark.
Among rows of windows,
the night flows and I, sleepless.
How much I want to imitate Li Po,
dancing with his white sleeves,
humming from his burning heart ,
night after night invited you for a drink!
The wine never drained,
but he drowned in the moon-lit river.
Moon, lift your bucket,
come out once again.
I won't make a sound,
my cup waits for you
to pour the solo wine.
After Reading Ted Hughes' “Full Moon and Little Frieda” (2)
While I read Ted Hughes’ Full Moon,
I think I fall in love with his master.
Standing behind the night sky,
he lifts his pail, full of milk,
and gazes on the earth in silence.
The whole night, I wonder
why his milk never drains,
and remember a line from a lullaby,
The cow jumps onto the moon.
Pre-dawn I awake.
in front of my window, the milk overflows.
Lifting up my eyes, I find the moon, full.
Breezes pass by, my thin veil sways.
I take a look at the glossy mirror,
his master is stunned and retreats.
Alas, the full and brimming moon.