Assignment 6 (Sonnet)
星期日 三月 22, 2009 9:56 pm
Sometimes our feelings are like a house,
knocked by strangers who wait at the door.
those who like us, each quiet as a mouse,
those who dislike us will start to roar,
rolling thunders to tear us apart,
or waving their sweeps to brush our face.
It’s hard to find a neutral color,
to please all of them and stay our grace.
Have you struggled to paint a cold wall?
At least, I have tried warm red in fall-
Though at night, with doors tightly closed,
I, to the depth of fire, fear disclosed.
The house is in renovation now,
door’s half closed. You puzzle, whom to cow?