I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

 


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This entry was posted on 3/29/2008 8:52 PM and is filed under Poems.


生命是一堆零碎。

时间
一分一秒将它串起
之后,一条精美的项链 
套住了你的脖子,
自始至终。

 
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    • 4/14/2008 6:47 PM Anonymous wrote:
      Reminds me of John Steinbeck's 'East of Eden'. and also 'Divine Attention'

      The sky opens its irresistible arms
      saying, You will remember me
      as deeper than sleep. The beginning,
      for there is one, is always simple:
      a prairie edged with trees that close
      like a door behind you.
      The path rises and falls like the body
      of a woman, a man, then suddenly branches.
      Stay calm, the sky counsels,
      there is no need to choose,
      you can follow them all at the same time
      and here there is no such word as lost.
      Soon you are so deep
      reason disappears like a bird into thick foliage,
      daily life stalls,
      your son's face blurs
      although you swore you would never forget him.
      Is this the time to mention the man
      nearly double your weight
      who travels inside your body,
      the exchange of breath,
      or the tremors that mock the branch
      where the flown bird lit?
      If you care to look, you will see nothing,
      but this you already know
      as you know his eyes have deepened
      to a certain shade of green you willingly enter
      as if it were a place.
      You feel there is no end to this:
      you feel it as a violet sky
      burning down the edges of the Earth,
      you feel it pathless, rolling like prairie
      past the shallow islands of the clouds,
      out past every undiscovered planet,
      you feel it as a failure of language,
      as absence, deep space
      that offers the eye no place to stop.
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    • 4/30/2008 9:32 PM hannah wrote:
      Love it.Thanks.
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