This is Poetry
On the last day of our walking together,
I hold on the tip of my tongue the initial promise of your silence;
Henceforth, even though I walk the earth naked,
Nothing is alone, like the sky,
Emptily azure or suggestively cloudy,
Exhibits a boundless mindscape of its own, with or without birds.
Oct. 21, 2007
诗
在我们同行的最后一日
我的舌尖粘着你最初那沉默的许诺
从此 赤条条行于大地的一切 都不再孤独
如天空 湛蓝或阴霾 一片清澄或云外有天
都包含着无限的风景 与鸟没有关系
2007年10月21日
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