蠶 想  

 

繭是美麗的

春蠶

 

如何去咬破那面窗子?

 

一次

就感覺自己是撲燈的蛾

 

燒脫的薄翅, 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

                         

 

A Silkworm's Thoughts

     

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

 

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 circle of

fire, where he burns off his feathers and fall blind into a

fountain whence he issues with his youth renewed.