Dear Shirleyzh,
I am so amazed as well as proud that you wrote us such a beautiful poem with an enormously strong emotion of love for somebody (I guess) in a little bit of an archaic form (if you don't mind my saying so). The rhyme pattern is also very cleverly handled. Who is "thee" anyway? Just kidding.
Being staying in Beijing really taught me a lot about how to survive in a more crowded and competitative world where the life pace is always so breathtakingly fast. It makes me seldom think of things that are romantic other than practical. Poetry has long been buried down deep at the far back of my head though I sometimes do write silly poems myself just to remind me of the old days living in a small town or the frustration here I have to go through in conflict with my currently new conditions. Here I want to post a few of my own "works" which ,I hope, when reading them, you guys could get a sense of childish silliness combined with a mysterious soul that lies within an adult's heart. Don't laugh! You may get something there in my newly produced words of poetic magic! Here they come:
A Headless Bird 无头鸟
This is my dream 这就是我的梦想：
That one day 若有一日
I could fly 我能飞翔
Very high 跨越
Over skies 高空
Like a bird 如小鸟
Without head; 无头的小鸟
For in a heady world 因冲昏的世界里
Only a flying dream 只有一个飞翔的梦
Could save this earthly day. 才解救那尘世里的一天。
Frank and his bed 弗兰克和他的床
---to Frank, my friend plus roommate ----至弗兰克，我的朋友及室友
Frank loves taking a trip 弗兰克痴迷遨游于
In his bed, 他的床上，
No content springing upon his mind; 头脑里却空空如野
Way above his dreamland 在他那梦想所不及处
Is a timelessly rusted pipe 是一根永远锈去的烟管
Browned by an elderly lady’s age. 已被那老妪抽得熏黑
By his bed, 他的床前
A childish air going like a whirlwind 一股淘气的微风打着旋儿
Loaf-like, restlessly whispering: 面包条似的，还不停地低声说道:
Be asleep，be asleep. 睡着吧，睡着吧。
Whatever you say, I love those poems so much so that I posted them here. Ha!
CharlietheAprilFool
[此贴子已经被作者于2005-9-28 11:57:15编辑过]
