Sleep with Jade

Every silk robe in the wardrobe wants to fly out of the window
To hang up on the willow trees over the Palace Walls like a kite.
That day when you stand by the moat and gaze at the watchtower
Are you reminiscing about a previous incarnation in the autumn wind?

It warms you; you warm it,
And the Jade-Immortal radiates the spirits of others.
It repeatedly strolls out of your dream,
Collecting your rouge powder of pain into a little round box.

Dark clouds gather over the city of Beijing; Wild geese in formation.
Red beans still grow in the distant south;
You think of her, the woman who may have lived in the Song Dynasty,
Jade, dissolving in your flagging embrace.

   (November 6, 2006)

怀玉而眠

怀玉而眠

橱子里的每件绸衣都想飞出窗去，
像风筝，挂上宫墙柳。
那一天你在护城河边呆望着角楼，
回忆起瑟瑟秋风中的某个前身了么？

你暖和着它，它暖和着你，
玉仙子身上还活跃着别人的血气。
不时从你的梦中溜达出来，
把痛的粉翼收集在小圆盒里。

乱云飞渡北京城，大雁成行，
红豆依旧生长在遥远的南方；
想到她，那个也许生活在宋朝的女人，
玉，消融在你怀抱的阑珊中。

2006