蠶想

 

繭是美麗的

春蠶

 

如何去咬破那面窗子

 

一次的冥想

            就感覺自己是撲的蛾

 

燒脫的翅,猶

剝落千瓣的雲

從燈色中,跌醒

但丁之夢

 

然後驚覺

自己仍是未變的

 

 

寫于1975.2.16 曾刊于成功日報「學生版」 

2011.7.15披刊於『越南華文文學』第13

 

A Silkworm’sThoughts

 

Cocoon is beautiful

A spring silkworm

 

How to bite through that window ?

 

Once with a deep thought

Thinking himself as a moth dashing at a lamp

 

The burning thin wings, as if 

Stripping of thousand petals of clouds

Falling from the colors of light

Awakes Dante's dream

 

Then startlingly

He realizes that himself, is still a silkworm

Not yet to change

 

 

Translation in VN, 2011.5 

 

Note :

A note on Dante’s dream of the Eagle (purg.ix) in The temple

classic edition reminds one that in the Medieval Bestiaries

the eagle is said to fly up in His old age into the cirele of fire,

where he burns Off his feathers and fall blind into a fountain

Whence he issues with his youth renewed.