Eons ago an old man said to me: Find me a good line and I'll set you free. Then in a trance he put me in a sandglass. Sliding down I was once a Tartar on a horse. Another time down side up I was Marco Polo on a camel. Little by little I became callous of Who I am in the endless somersaults. Night could be icy cold in the desert As it is now one early morning in the 21st century— A Chinese in America, trying to write poetry in English. I listen to my heartbeats and hear The swish of sand flowing, Then I realized what a joke it had always been. The old man did not put me in the sandglass— He put the sandglass in me. 沙漏 亘古以前一个老人对我说 写一行好诗我就放你走 接着一阵晕眩我被放到沙漏里头 从上往下滑我ㄧ度是鞑旦人在马背上 沙漏翻转我又成了马可波罗骑着骆驼 渐渐的我没感觉也不在乎 自己是谁永无止境翻上又翻下 夜晚有时清冷如冰一如沙漠 就像现在21世纪的一个清晨 一个中国人在美国企图写诗用英文 我听着心跳竟然听到 沙子梭梭流动的声响 突然了解原来这是个天大的笑话 那个老人没把我放进沙漏 他把沙漏放在我身体里头 by Steven Chen 经作者本人同意张贴 --

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