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。