写诗的日子,仿佛已经不再,

可是旧日的歌, 还在不停的唱

• 对镜自怜

对镜自怜,

我看到了容颜憔悴.

上帝是否能见,

心已枯萎

当事人予我已冷漠

心不再伤悲

只待那无尽的沉默

无怨无悔

岁月半存半逝

令我如此颓废

偏留着悸动的午日

在残夜里碎

             ---译于1997

•   盆景

人,

雕琢了你

盆子,

装饰了你

在一片赞美声中

你完全

失去了自己

   --1989

• I Look Into My Glass

I look into my glass,

And View my wasting skin,

And say, "Would God it came to pass

My heart had shrunk as thin!"

For then ,I un distressed

By hearts grown cold to me,

Could lonely wait my endless rest

With equanimity.

But Time, to make me grieve,

Part steals ,lets part abide;

And shakes this fragile frame at eve

With throbbing of noontide

    ---  by Thomas Hazdy

• 荷塘

月夜中最后的风景
                                 --河塘
讲述着千年的故事
                                 --文章
是否依然是当初的
                                 --牛郎
为她歌一曲不变的
                                 --绝唱

荷依亭亭，莲亦无恙。
风予之神，水为之荡。
月下起舞，知音共赏

                    -1997