Tea Time, Retreat Stillness, ripe in breeze Sweeping the day cozy and sweet; A lazy cat, sleeping away What final wish beyond Eden to dream, Saying goodbye, waving up high, Para shoot landing not for delight, Destruction works under every busy fleet Crunchy chips, erosion to pieces Below trampling troops, hasty soldiers To war or retreat, eventually to peace Swift tide in ride knocking dizziness ashore, Rippling the mirror rarely calm, Dotted destiny within the sea of ash Blighted devotion to poison the mind, Suits of protection need not be clean If to shield behind a heart too weak, Healing apothecary for what tenderness in need, Seeking remedy in every refining sip Lacking benevolent touch of Apollo's grace To sing once more a festival splendor Hatching chrysalis with struggling cracks, Grasping a pot full of gold I melt my heart into glittering jewels. Why spreading wings before the springtime window? I try to dust what clouds the sky, Meteors on fire, diamond cuts so clear, Inspiring awes from wishes not ready for flight. I cherish a wonder in the hall of apathy, Burning incense for my restless thoughts: What I am to become? A Spirit being worshipped, Or fat salmon in smoke? A simple reverse to break away Or breaking free to pave my way? Nevertheless, I seek counsel, I seek grace. (Ceremony and chant, prayers to compose, Guiding angels through murmurs of old, A shrine of worship to crystal them whole; I, the priest, pleading thy mercy Oracle given in just a reflective twist, One sticking finger to spin the world; Pair of eyes to see them whole.) Ah… And now I see… Fluidic color distilled and compressed, Brilliant blaze devoted in reflect, Inspiration depleted I regain them all With boiling streams to seal and extract, Particles swim free Chants of vigor to revive what battered and weak, Casting gold string upon my lyre in mute, Waking butterflies in their winter dreams, I wipe away what filth bruising the view Foul water once dead, resurrect and purify, To surround myself in a Elysium of peace, Sound and sight be purged of shadow Radiant warmth soothing what chilling gloom, Urgent steps I play in motion so slow, Ignoring present burden to cherish the day, Flow and ebb within balance of nature, One brown leaf to nourish another Winter sacrifice to please the spring to come, I lay quiet, apathetic yet free Sharing fruit of the philosopher's dream, Speaking the tongue of sleepy delight Still a day cozy and sweet Delicate breeze to spread my satisfied wish. 下次不写长诗了啦！！！ （其实好像也不长阿…） 明明就超出自己的能力范围， 还要去蛮干。 不过， 当野心必须霸占那麽多空间时， 不写长一点,的确不能让自己舒坦， 毕竟写作的目的是安抚自己心中的野火。 後来发觉这个长度好像是常态， 真的不得不佩服那些着名诗人了。 （该开始啃英诗写作理论了吗？） 2005/12/12 -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let not a drop of desire Disturb the heart in ripples ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ --

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