There are poems
that are never written
that simply move across
the mind like skywriting
on a still day:
slowly the first word
drifts west
the last letters dissolve
on the tongue
and what is left
is the pure blue
of insight, without cloud
or comfort.
~Linda Pastan
有一些詩
不曾被寫下來
只是出現
在腦海
像雲朵在靜靜的藍天上寫的字
慢慢的第一個字
飄向西方
最後幾個字
在舌尖溶化
只留下
一片湛藍
靈光乍現，無雲
也無屏障
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