展翅,在夕阳的轮廓里

幻想,是何等伟大的事业
将一代人卷入那空灵之中
在苏醒的时候,才发觉,
原来他们已被时间抛在了后头,成为了历史
黑格尔说得对:
密涅瓦的猫头鹰只在黄昏起飞
可叹的是,
世人只知以自己的生理年龄来判断个人思想的时辰……


2007年4月15日星期日

春季心语

(1)

阳光的温暖,融合在余冬的清凉中
东君送来的飞吻,滋润着诗人的心
相辉堂前的法国梧桐,终于发芽了
从前沐浴在自然中的情思,不复存
也许……也许……也许……也许,
世间太多的不可知让我无所适从。

破碎的童心,在仍被利用中遭践踏
失去爱情的觉醒,萌生了自我意识
从枷锁中释放的灵魂,再次苏醒了
沉迷于孩子和教育的博爱,欢迎你
来吧……去吧……走吧……飞吧,
在人性的颓垣断瓦中间构筑天堂。


(2)

Too deeply hurt by presumptions,
The intense affection of a masochist
Dwelling too far, too long in a
Self-imposed prison of infatuation,
The heart loses itself in the maze of love.

Shifting between extremes,
For fear of being hurt.
Perhaps,
It was never a sincere engagement
And so commitment there never will be.

Keeping an open mind,
So be it.
Heart tightly open, eyes wide shut,
On my effortless journey
Back to the changed old Me.

The limits of love, the constraints of an educator
when my kids aren’t my children.
Yet, I am a shelter
For the hurt, the isolated, the loved,
And those pained by the ties that bind.

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