Invisible snake
When i was young, l used to hang around with my cousins in the fields. The grassy paths between the blocks were narrow and long. We were heading to the river to catch fishes, to bushes to pick berrys. We past the woods that crawling around, we past a pool that deep and dark, and I was not afraid.
What i was afraid of , and I'm still afraid of is the invisible snake. I was told that it hided in the holes beneath the side of the fields, that it would come out for sunning in the winter, that it would bite the second person walking in a line, because the first one had past it when he or she waken the snake. The snake would stand up and bite the second one's calf. How scary it is! I'm afraid! So I always preceded them all.

However, i haven't seen any snake, yet i can see it everywhere, beneath the grass or inside a hole.

Waken
How far from birth to death
is in the length of our breath
How far from confusion to consciousness
When comes a sudden chance
How far from love to hate
You can't anticipate
How far from then or now
When laughter spreads somehow
How far from you and me
Forgiveness only
How far from heart to heart
The sky to the earth

#微博贴纸##今日贴纸打卡#

醒来
从生到死有多远
呼吸之间
从迷到悟有多远
一念之间
从爱到恨有多远
无常之间
从古到今有多远
笑谈之间
从你到我有多远
善解之间
从心到心有多远
天地之间

#诺贝尔文学奖# 浏览了一圈，又速速过了些诗作，对这位桂冠诗人太喜爱了。尽管她排斥各种标签，尤其是女权主义与自白派等等的标签，但我还是很喜欢她作品里自恰不已的自白性。她的各种主题: 童年与成年，爱与欲，生与死，母与子，个人与家庭，迷失与回归，幻灭与重生，简直不能再太吸引我了，尽管多种文化的纠缠，让她本朴实的诗歌多少有点让人生畏。

The Wild Iris，各种花草的呓语狂欢，真是喜欢呀。草草译这一集子里的一首，#雪滴花#

Snowdrops

Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
What despair is; then
Winter should have meaning for you.

I did not expect to survive,
Earth suppressing me. I didn’t expect
To waken again, to feel
In damp earth my body
Able to respond again, remembering
After so long how to open again
In the cold light
Of earliest spring

Afraid, yes, but among you again
Crying yes risk joy

In the raw wind of the new world.

雪滴花

你知道我的过去，我曾怎样活着？你知道
什么是绝望；那么
冬天应对你有特殊的含义。
我并未期待活下来，
泥土压着我。我并未期待
再次苏醒，再感觉
在湿润的土里，我的身体
能再做出回应，并总记得，
过了这许久，怎样再次开放，
在这早春的，
冷光里。
害怕，是的，但我又和你一起了
哭泣会轻减欢喜
在这新世界的料峭风里。