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发表于 2011-10-20 20:09:52
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這是我喜愛的HA JIN 先生写的一首诗《PAST》。金先生在亚城执教数年，是華语英文写作我最欣赏的一位，他的诗如同他的小说一样，既有文彩，又富含寓意。
I have supposed my past is a part of myself.
As my shadow appears whenever I’m in the sun
the past cannot be thrown off and its weight
must be borne, or I will become another man.
But I saw someone wall in his past into a garden
whose produce is always in fashion.
If you enter his property without permission
he will welcome you with a watchdog or a gun.
I saw someone set up his past as a harbor.
Wherever it sails, his boat is safe—
if a storm comes, he can always head for home.
His voyage is the adventure of a kite.
I saw someone drop his past like trash.
He buried it and shed it altogether.
He has shown me that without the past
one can also move ahead and get somewhere.
Like a shroud my past surrounds me,
but I will cut it and stitch it,
to make good shoes with it,
shoes that fit my feet. |
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发表于 2011-10-21 13:51:21