◎等待诗里的火车 文/ 任先青
◎Expecting a Train in Poetry
I'm awaiting a train in poetry.
Wait in hope for its clanging sounds, and its forceful roaring past.
Let its display of great momentum shock me, and traverse me
As if I'm for a grand celebration. Yet I'm the very first to
Hear my own thumping heartbeats
With the classics open, thoughts of love growing, and the bones elongating,
The train speeds up, laden with flowers--freshly alive and saturated.
Thereupon, who cares if I'm driven to join Liangshan rebels by a pile
I don’t mind that I grow melons in blank spaces but reap beans.
I don’t mind being misread by you and the acrid livelihood.