1969 一首诗给知青和芳华

1969

 

Once on a barren farm,

At a chilling dawn,

Thousands of young Crazies,

Worshipping Sun and Maonotone.

Oh, my poor Crazies,

Shoveling and trimming rocks,

Rectangle and square, 

Beige and grey,

Till they become uniform building blocks.     

Oh, my naive Crazies,

On water, constructing a subtopia and utopia.

 

Once on a dairy farm,

At a creamy dusk,

Thousands of young Gypsies,

Worshipping Sun and Rainbows.

Oh, my poor Gypsies,

Shoveling and trimming rocks,

Hard and soft, 

Blue and purple, 

Till they become colorful chalks.    

Oh, my innocent Gypsies,

On Rolling Stones, painting love and dove.

 

Six in my eyes, 

What’s in yours?

Nine in the past,

What’s in the present? 

 

注： Woodstock Festival 1969.