Honesty
The smile is too casual,
And after soundless and shadowless repetitions,
It is like the fluttering of a white feather
Crossing a river.
Every agile gesture grows
Out of the artful.
It is up to you then.
No matter how noble, skepticism is not to shine
On the prevailing wisdom.
In it is enshrined
Not a soul but an unstoppable echo
Of complaints.
Look at the reflection of your face on its copper face.
Say you have never seen a face like this.
Feb. 15, 2009
诚
那笑，太随意，
经过无声无影的重复，
如振颤的羽毛
飞过河水。
每个轻松的姿态
都源自机巧。
这就看你自己了：
无论多么高贵，疑心
都不是为了照耀
流行的智慧；那是神龛，
封存的
不是一颗灵魂而是抱怨声
无法停歇的回响。
盯着它黄铜脸上映出的
你的脸，说
你从未看过如此的脸。
2009年2月15日
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