The Muse,the Apple, the Lemon?
星期四 一月 21, 2010 10:39 am
We talk about the Dream of Water Lily.
voices find resonance,
falling on a rainy night.
They echo the rock’s reply,
like fish leaping out of a river.
The door opens and closes.
We listen to bread and toaster sizzling,
as a love puzzle feeding our still life.
You tell me of the pleasure
of reading a poetess, "a poem herself".
River flows in me,
like a hooked fish,
I listen to the tide’s message.
The tea gets cold on a ferry boat.
I fear to offer
anything
for what appears to be an apple,
may taste like a lemon.