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白水
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加入时间: 2005/10/05 文章: 334 来自: TORONTO 积分: 1411
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<盛宴>
深秋, 好象是专门留给诗人的
一些落叶, 一些残红
恰到好处的
掩盖着你的悲凉
和低泣
我漫步街头
沐雨听风
其实诗人
如果真的当你所有的
企求都薄成了
一张纸
那些无病呻吟
那些贵族的苍白
还顾及点墨吗?
我抓起最后一只烧饼
填充辘辘饥肠
然后悠闲的在键盘上敲
最丰盛的晚宴
莫过
皓洁的月
洒满晶莹的星星
<Great Dinner>
Deep autumn to the poets,
the season seems defoliated
with its colours damaged
to personify their sobs and sorrow
Walking along the path, I am
listening to the wind
in the rain.
Well, my poet
if your desire is as thin
as a piece of paper
do you wish to write about that
or the pallor of nobleness
or the extensions of imagined illness?
I have
cake to ease my hunger
as I type these words for you
a great dinner
is the bright moon
with twinkling stars |
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晨笛
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加入时间: 2006/10/14 文章: 1339
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不错的表达,淡淡的情绪蔓延开来,生活的美就在自然之中。 _________________ 晨笛扣窗的那一刻,我飞越了整个春天 |
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