AN ANSWER
－WRITTEN TO KU-CHENG

You feel the pain? How painful? Can you endure－this pain?
How I’ve searched everywhere and found no wound ！
I trod wildly the small garden of herbs
And plucked the first Iris and Narcissus flowering at starry night.
The night before your journey, after the bustling panic crows were exhausted,
You’re just quietly checking the serenity and storms saved in your baggage.
Your eyes escaped the tears; yours will defeated the time:
“Fist allow me to seek a prairie where no winter will ever attack,
To house you and the lambs of poetry you raise….”
As to the lust that’ll never be healed,
Who is supposed to find an excuse and end “him”?
To end the fancy and waiting of a lon...

回答
－寫給顧城

你痛了麼 有多痛呢 還忍得住麼    這痛
我遍尋不著傷口呵
我踩亂了小小的藥園
採來了星夜初發的杜若和石竹
在遠行前的晚天，當悽惶奔走的鴉都倦了
你只是靜靜點數行囊收存的寧靜和風暴
眸子迴避著眼淚，意志逼退了時光：
『讓我先尋得一處冬天永遠無法襲擊的草原，安置你，
以及你豢養的詩的小羊…』
而那永不能痊癒的想望
該由誰來尋得一個藉口結束他呢
結束起一個靈魂枯寂的想像和等待－
你終究沒有提醒
陰霾廣大的世界忘了曾經答應過一隻螢火蟲
讓渴睡的都得到一張眠床和夢的懷抱
讓前行的一支火把，跌倒的一個吻
讓想飛的擁有翅膀和遠方
讓受著痛的，一個回答。