2011年2月8日 星期二

A True Listener

A mouse inside a pipe organ,
Experienced the tempest, stop.
The day is elongated,
The body is the far sight of the earth,
Absolute pitch,
Absolute sky.

A song is not yet finished,
The manuscripts of the composers scatter about,
Being taken back by the tempest.

(translated from poem 知音by Bei Dao)

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