Clinging to the Evening Pavilion

Clinging to the Evening Pavilion

Silence
With the eye,
With the mouth.
Lightning, flowing clouds, and feather wings
In their swift transit, they hold something called silence.

Silence with the mountains,
Silence with the water.
Fumes and fire hold their lips with spastic forefingers
To keep silent.

Towards the cracking of the sky
And that of the earth that deafen the ears
Silence is maintained.

Silence is Gold.

沉默

沉默
眼沉默
嘴沉默
闪电、流云、羽翅
疾行中都各自紧衔一枚沉默

山沉默
水沉默
煙与火也以痉挛的食指架住双唇
沉默

天崩地裂的
震耳欲聋的

沉默

沉默是金