- 诗
哪一天, 他降临了
是他找到了我
在我全然无知的时候
你从哪儿来
从一个冬天
还是一条没有季节的河
我不知道他怎样找到了我
没有呼唤, 没有一个字,难道是沉默
把我召唤
从大街上, 从迷失的夜里
从陌生人那里,从最狂野的热忱
和最冷静的归途上
他伸出了手
我就不再是我
POETRY
--By Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
...
绗ㄧ