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发帖数: 791 | 1 Poetry - Neruda
And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something | E*n
发帖数: 351 | | E*n
发帖数: 351 | 3 是在千鸟纵飞的这河面上
满载孤独旅程的冬天里
是全然寂静中穿插的声音
一切一切之后剩下的寂静
被怀念的以及被遗忘的爱
在你独自踱步的那街头
沿着时间断裂的脉搏
它再不寻向任何事
也再不会打动谁的心
我们早知道该说些什么
那意象带着破碎的心前来
留我们在灰烬中翻找
短暂生命的句子
诉说一个秘密的最后踪迹
“从尘生而随尘去”
瞬间爱恨全无意义的锁链
我们有幸得到光明
其实只为了制造阴影
文字终是一个有刺的奇迹
而我们在浮生中难再醉去
【在 E*n 的大作中提到】
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