Dandelion in dream
星期三 五月 02, 2007 11:53 am
This morning,
too many sad poems--
your hair grows grey,
I am certain.
I do not have a mirror
that long and wide,
I do have dandelions
eager to fly.
Suppose spring melts the snow
and the spaces,
Still icicles fill another
crystal dream.
last night,
watching them cry,
my shadow turned slimmer.
晨起,
忧伤的诗歌满目
你的头发又白了些许,
我如此确定.
我并没有一面镜子
如此宽广.
我仅有一手蒲公英
急切欲飞.
设想春天积雪融化,
路途不再遥远,
那些小小冰凌
仍然填满一个个
水晶的梦.
昨晚,
看着它们垂泣,
我的影子越发细长.