nunia
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作者：nunia 在 罕见奇谈 发贴, 来自 http://www.hjclub.org
To Talk
I read in a poem:
to talk is divine.
But gods don't speak:
they create and destroy worlds
while men do the talking.
Gods, without words,
play terrifying games.
The spirit descends,
untying tongues,
but it doesn't speak words:
it speaks flames.
Language, lit by a god
is a prophecy
of flames and a crash
of burnt syllables:
meaningless ash.
Man's word
is the daughter of death.
We talk because we are
mortal: words
are not signs, they are years.
Saying what they say,
the names we speak
say time: they say us,
we are the names of time.
To talk is human.
and to 自言自语, is to mimic 杜甫
茅屋为秋风所破歌
八月秋高风怒号，卷我屋上三重茅。
茅飞渡江洒江郊：
高者挂捐长林梢，下者飘转沉塘凹。
南村群童欺我老无力，忍能对面为盗贼，
公然抱茅入竹去，唇焦口燥呼不得，
归来倚仗自叹息。
俄顷风定云墨色，秋天漠漠向昏黑。
布衾多年冷似铁，娇儿恶卧踏里裂，
床床屋漏无干处，雨脚如麻未断绝。
自经丧乱少睡眠，长夜沾湿何由彻！
安得广厦千万间，大庇天下寒士俱欢颜。
风雨不动安如山！
呜呼，何时眼前突兀现此屋，
吾庐独破受冻死亦足！
作者：nunia 在 罕见奇谈 发贴, 来自 http://www.hjclub.org |
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帮忙。理解不了特别是第二段。火车上的因该是大众化的。作者生平有意思。
