未入我怀，先夺我心

你，未入我怀

心爱的你，迷失的我

伊始便茫然不知取悦于你的那首歌

我早已放弃在下一次心潮澎湃之时

将你辨认出来

那浩瀚的影像，遥远深邃

一切的景致——城池、塔楼、桥梁、逶迤的小径

还有伴随诸神生命脉动的、饱含伟力的土地——

于我心中升腾，借以诉说那个

难以捉摸的你

你，心爱的你，是我凝视的花苑

渴望

乡间的小屋，敞开的窗扉

你捷足轻挪，略有沉冥思

令我契机偶遇

你于昙花一现的小街

有时，铺里的镜子因你的临幸

眩晕不止，欣喜若狂

从而赋予我突发的想像
谁知道？

也许昨日回荡在你我体内的清吟来自同一只鸟儿

夜里，又散开了去... ...



 

 

 

 

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        You, who never arrived
          Rainer Maria Rilke

You who never arrived 
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost 
from the start, 
I don't even know what songs 
would please you. I have given up trying 
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next 
moment. All the immense 
images in me-- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, 
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected 
turns in the path, 
and those powerful lands that were once 
pulsing with the life of the gods- 
all rise within me to mean 
you, who forever elude me. 

You, Beloved, who are all 
the gardens I have ever gazed at, 
longing. An open window 
in a country house--, and you almost 
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.  
Streets that I chanced upon,-- 
you had just walked down them and vanished. 
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors 
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, 
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? 
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us 
yesterday, seperate, in the evening...