The Hourglass


Do but consider this small dust,


Here running in the glass,
By atoms moved;
Could you believe that this,
The body was
Of one that loved?
And in his mistress' flame,


played like a fly,
Turned to cinders by her eyes?
Yes; and in death,


as life unblessed,
To have expressed,
Even ashes of lovers find no rest.



－ Ben Jonson －

砂　漏


請仔細端詳

瓶中的砂

如原子般 移動 流逝


你豈能相信

砂的身軀

曾是個被愛的人


在戀人的烈焰下

像飛蛾般地玩耍

在目光的火焰中

鍊化成灰


是的......化成死灰

如同未受祝福的生命

必須要不斷的表達

即使化成灰燼

也永不止息





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