Tuesday, December 27, 2011

那时候我不知道你在哪里
为了渡过与你执手的
冬天
临河的街上
我总是在路灯下
和一个想象的人相遇

后来你不知道我去了哪里
三月的春风中
我面若桃花,腰肢轻盈
雨滴滴答答,我一点点记起
这座城,深夜推开的门

3 comments:

Someone said...

Happy New Year, July!

《Year End》

The year end, on the window,
Is the last covering paper, transpiring
Increasingly clearer sounds
And an gradually brighter
Contour, rotating.
The daybreak hangs, fragile.
I hold my breath, standing in silence,
Only a thin paper away
From you,
Just like a shadow on the window
With all its lights turned off.

July said...

I love your poem!

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Someone said...

Hi July please don’t be bothered. You know, kids do write to Santa, though I gather I’m bit wiser than them knowing any big name has a receptionist. If I want to talk to Nostalgia, for example, I’d better to find a registered nostalgist who is at least able to pass my call on. I found your poems and some of prosaic writings falling in or out a genre of sentiment I feel attached at some points of time. Kids do get gifts from Santa and so do I, which is the satisfaction I received instantly on clicking the post button, physically real. You may laugh at my fantasy - fair enough. But is modern science telling us the whole universe as we see it is a fantasy too? So I innocently maintain that I’m not anywhere remotely close to God in fantasy creation. Cheers.