Not Only For Listening For Poem by Jiang Haizhou

(When whatever sleeping fast silently) an infant
Wakes up by the ears, listening for the sound of the dropping water,
The sound of creeping towards the window: the bright black shadow
Like something “person” nearing us by swimming……

Have you still remembered the navigational Si Nan an ancient compass?
- In a wink of the eyelashes,
Seawater has already digested my house;
The fulgural spell and the inverted image of candlelight lunch
Are farther away than stealthy characters……
--Oh, the budding jollification from the center of the universe.

That jollification is without my unfeigned feeling of being a bird
Flying off the spire of light and dream.
(Armoured golden winds far forth there-turn to silver
Then again emit blue light close to the essence of it……)
So we see another morning of the grass
Following the great week of conversation of energy; but you all,
Oh, those cradles which are born on trees and are flowering now
Are full of my tears, tears……

(Over the balcony, a black backed bellman walks though the cloud)

25/8,1992