A Glance

What’s beautiful are the two shoulders sinking
into the shadows locking the chest, rich as an orchard.
Only the radiant face, a dream suddenly appearing,
corresponds to the slim fingers that rest on the low

gate. River of time carries away another leaf.
From her half lowering eyes, sphinxlike, flows out a tranquility
that dazzles. Her unchangeable calm is facing a limited life
when in a chance evening she casts a long glance
at this changing world.

一瞥

一瞥

优美的是那消失入阴影的双肩，
和闭锁着丰富如果园的胸膛
只有光辉的脸庞像一个梦的骤现
遥遥的呼应着歇在矮门上的手，纤长。

从日历的树上，时间的河又载走一片落叶
半垂的眸子，谜样，流露出昏眩的静默
不变的从容对于有限的生命也正是匆忙
在一个偶然的黄昏，她抛入多变的世界这长住的一瞥。


注：此诗有关荷兰画家伦伯朗的一幅画《门口的年轻女子》。