诗歌要有诗歌的语言,要押韵。 要含而不露。 我写的英文诗贴一组。
1. Meet
David Du
There’s a long corridor extending to the corner…
You meet her; she’s sitting by the wall,
Her face with a sadness or
Maybe a wandering, languishing expression.
What do you want to do ?
Caress her face or
Say something to her…
However, you understand she
Actually doesn’t want to get any of your
Favours
And neither is she interested in saying hello to you anymore!
The wall – a yellow and white wall blocks you and her.
You understand you are not her shoulder;
All you can do for her is cram
A few dollar bills up into her hand.
2. A surprise in April
David Du
You come to me and give me a great surprise.
Again you open your white skirt
And expose your splendid body.
The buildings, houses, even the birds,
All covering your dress,
And the green lawns recreating their heads
And watching your performance.
However, when I go walking up the street,
I don’t see any of your traces there.
I understand you give me a surprise
Like the day I picked up a $20 bill on the road.
3. Holding hands
David Du
Holding a hand, a wrinkled female hand,
You go walking along a corridor.
From the left comes a sound like a stream
Running into your ear drum; a musical band
Is praying to God;
And on the right side people are walking through to a big
Hall.
Suddenly, another lady comes out of the dining room,
And holds your hand, with a satisfied
smile.
You hold the two lady’s hands and walk in the middle.
You have no exciting or proud feelings,
As you understand, this is your job –
Like a guard, or guide. You
Steer them forward, sauntering slowly, slowly.
4. Yearning of love
Haiku by David Du
A reddish calyx
Covering a pure white silk…
Love of winter lives!
5. Ice and fire
Haiku by David Du
The colour puzzles…
Eye makes a different signal:
Black and white shining.
6. Withered flower
David Du
She used to be standing in front of the garden by the building,
Watching the pines with a laughter
That shook her body like a child spoiled with sun bathing.
She used to bow her head to the gardener or the gardener’s friend...
She even greeted the gardener's dog
With a wave.
A cold wind's coming, she lets her soft, proud head fall.
Dropping off the lawn, lane and courtyard...
Finally, she stands at the shoulder of the pines
With a question mark.