Poetry
英汉对照
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 1)summoned from the branches of night
2)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 started in my soul
Fever or forgotten wings
And I made my own way 3)deciphering that fire
And I wrote the first 4)faint line
Faint without substance
Pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing
And suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened
And open planets 5)palpitating 6)plantations
Shadow 7)perforated riddled with arrows, fire and flowers