Close to Being Untitled
You may turn a little, your eyes too, but your palms should face up
And hold there, and then
Take this piece of blank paper as a window of promise
And fill it with a boat, a pair of birds and file of trees
Against the setting sun
You may want to slide show them, one by one
As if you’re turning the pages of a bilingual poetry book
You read a language, and she reads another
Each waiting for the other
As the dropped shadows of wild geese flow over a crystal ball
Sept. 10, 2009
接近于无题
可以侧一点身，眼睛也可以稍稍转动，但手心
必须向上，停在那儿，然后
将这张白纸当作前景的窗口
从日落的方向
拖来一只船，一对鸟，一排树
让它们的剪影渐次展现
犹如你们读同一本双语对照的诗集
你，一种语言，她，另一种，彼此等待
而雁阵的人字从一只水晶球面流过
2009年9月10日
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