那女人,帶著森林

的氣息,與及

一種原始的執著

永遠做著同樣的工作

想將白天和黑夜

推開

 

她的體溫,比大理石

還沁涼,站在

高高的巉岩上

她拿起一把梳子

把髮梳成了瀑布

CASCADE

 

A woman brings with herself

The breath of life of the forest

And the primeval obstinacy

She ever does the same work

And wishes to pull

Day and night away

 

The temperature of her body

Rather cooler than marble

She stands on a high cliff

Takes a comb to comb her hair

Which transforms into cascade

  寫于1996/3/28    March 28,1996