十四行 门
星期三 七月 01, 2009 7:40 pm
门开了又关，关了又开，
仿佛这就是门存在的理由。
而我们永远在门的背后，
以为这样才能保全它的神秘，
并完整地记述每一片段的故事。
很多时候，是门在移动，
我们可以这样说，并不是我们。
风景在另一边，很从容地给予每个人
观看的权利，而我们视角不同，
更多地争辩着谁正在当局？
这座房子充满着记忆和装修后
的痕迹，紫玫瑰爬满了围栏。
偶尔有小鸟散落的羽毛，
飘起，风铃一阵阵不停！
We open it, and close it;
then open it again,
as if this is the reason for its existence.
We hide behind it,
with a thought that could keep its mystery,
and record each fragment of our story.
Most of the time, it is the door moving;
we keep saying that, not that we move.
The landscape is on the other side,
free for sightseeing. We watch it
from different angles, debating who is in the picture.
The house is full of recollection and
traces of renovation. Purple roses climb up our fences.
A few feathers drop then rise again,
the wind-bell rings with no stop.