You, the Poet (inspired by Billy Collins' poem)
星期三 七月 29, 2009 1:39 pm
I write this to you,
imagining my pen
as an illuminating egg.
I breathe upon it,
yet it splits into two.
Being a lonely half,
aloof in the sky,
you sprinkle your silvery stardust
and proclaim:
Like the heaven, the sun,
I rise and rise.
Yet I descend as a paring knife
peeling a pear naked and alone,
and the rotten door swung into a dim house.
I witness a fish hooked to a rocky shore,
and a trembling tree under lightning.
On the edge of fingertips,
we both outlive
the softness of our lips,
the fright of our nerve,
the sadness of our cells,
and the warmth of our blood.
Now as I write this to you,
I wonder how my voice finds you,
no matter which part we become,
no matter what else our lives hold.