Harp and her reflection
I erect a harp by the mirror lake.
In the mirror I gaze at her grace,
And beauty that ain’t empty or fake.
When autumn breeze wrinkles her face,
I hear fallen leaves pluck her string.
And see tender green decorate her reflection.
Harp sings a song of mesmerizing spring,
Till I tie autumn with affection.
接着 cello and his shadow， 这首诗想试着用英文表达中文诗里的常见的意境和禅意， 也许太朦胧了。 希望能传递一点感觉就好。 想起来还是中国的古诗词， 虽然读的不多， 还是叹服用最精炼的文字， 写出最生动， 又最深远的意境。 英文诗也许有， 只是不是母语， 体会不到。
