空想画
1
“这有一幅空想画，短暂地，散发生机”
它滞留在深刻的漩涡里
令人沉溺，却有些虚假
像静心时途径
心脏的忧虑
这个秋天前所未有
西风尤其猛烈
我钻进画中去而所有美丽
都将错误地绽放
2
我在角落里，在床上，给你写了一首诗，台灯的余晕，也许是太阳，慢慢洒满整个房间，但冷空气总是能钻进来；我置身都市里，假装享清净，却也找不到好去处，周围的空气又湿又冷，谱纸也变得沉重；往常，这里可是充盈着快乐的阳光
今天，你道出藏匿许久的真相
像雕塑家的手
伸向我心里那块
待宰的圆石
2019.10.31 纽约
“这有一幅空想画，短暂地，散发生机”
它滞留在深刻的漩涡里
令人沉溺，却有些虚假
像静心时途径
心脏的忧虑
这个秋天前所未有
西风尤其猛烈
我钻进画中去而所有美丽
都将错误地绽放
2
我在角落里，在床上，给你写了一首诗，台灯的余晕，也许是太阳，慢慢洒满整个房间，但冷空气总是能钻进来；我置身都市里，假装享清净，却也找不到好去处，周围的空气又湿又冷，谱纸也变得沉重；往常，这里可是充盈着快乐的阳光
今天，你道出藏匿许久的真相
像雕塑家的手
伸向我心里那块
待宰的圆石
2019.10.31 纽约
Reverie
1
“Here is a painting of reverie, roaring, into a life of fleetingness”
Detained in the swirl of depth
It’s an addiction, a bit unreal though
Like the worries that wander
By way of a placid heart
This is the first of all time autumn
When in such violence the west wind blows
I worm my way into the painting And all the beauty
Will bloom in error
2
In the corner, on bed, I wrote a poem to you, and the remains of the lamp halo, or of the sun, gradually filled the room, though cold air kept drilling in; in a city I placed myself, whom I pretended, wrapped up in cold wet air and having nowhere else to go, to be at peace with, the score turning heavier and heavier; the sunlight of joy used to be in charge here.
Today, you told the truth that you’d hidden for long
Like the hand of a sculptor
Reaching toward the boulder
In my heart for slaughter
October 31, 2019 New York
1
“Here is a painting of reverie, roaring, into a life of fleetingness”
Detained in the swirl of depth
It’s an addiction, a bit unreal though
Like the worries that wander
By way of a placid heart
This is the first of all time autumn
When in such violence the west wind blows
I worm my way into the painting And all the beauty
Will bloom in error
2
In the corner, on bed, I wrote a poem to you, and the remains of the lamp halo, or of the sun, gradually filled the room, though cold air kept drilling in; in a city I placed myself, whom I pretended, wrapped up in cold wet air and having nowhere else to go, to be at peace with, the score turning heavier and heavier; the sunlight of joy used to be in charge here.
Today, you told the truth that you’d hidden for long
Like the hand of a sculptor
Reaching toward the boulder
In my heart for slaughter
October 31, 2019 New York