Moths/ Withered Tree/ Fates of Difference/ The Pilose Beggarticks Along The Hill Road

original poem〈飛蛾〉
english translation by Jeats

Moths

Moths fled to the lamp 

Swallows caught them all

Many moths were flying to the street lamps. At the same time, ten swallows, more or less, were circling around the lamps fast back and forth and biting away those moths. Though eaten away one by one by swallows, moths still were concentrated on their goal without any fear to get away and any hesitation to cease proceeding. They just fled up to the lights; that seemed to be their destiny. However, ironically, almost all the moths were bitten away before they touched up their goal. Less than ten minutes, all the moths were the delicious dinner to swallows. Then, it was all in silence outside the window (The scene I saw at my dinner in Mosburger’s.)

Dream of a Butterfly/ Taichi/ Solitude

original poem 〈蝶之夢〉

english translation by Jeats 

Dream of a Butterfly

Have you been to a fancy Wonderland? 

There existed a deep dark green night sky 

Have you ever experienced there 

A beautiful encounter 

Since when the wind slightly stirred your garment 

I just recollected the time ago 

I seemed to have seen in pre-life 

Like this moment the mark shown on your nude 

A feast of breath-taking 

Rain of shooting stars 

Gradually floating in the wind 

Around me

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original poem 〈太極〉

english translation by Jeats

Taichi

Self, the night roamer regards the sky

Through a pipe. In fire has the Phoenix revived

Spectrum of cloud-smoke has moved toward

The other end of Melancholy, but

Perhaps year by year it is

The unbearable beauty of terror

And illusion

Sea, is now and then everywhere; Self as shadowed

Man in Mirror of mutual root

Mature, spirit, intangible Nirvana 

The mirror holder is aged increasingly while I get younger

Until the negative number is consumed as to

Infinite number

Human body reaches the feverish solitude of death

Sea is stuffed with positive matter

Briefly deviated from urgent balances

Ripples are being clamorous

Who, making common things obtain spirits 

To imitate their host

The sophisticated labyrinth is

Fabricated of the simplest complicatedness

Who leads him to trial-error

Who makes him oblivious

And entrusts him Memory

Passing away is simply the beginning unconscious

Poppy. Yi, metaphysical or physical

Everything in the universe, is, at least

Remembered or collected by someone or something

Pry the time bondage open with your faith and intuition

A blink is then another circle of life

Seeming so, my dream. It is the constant-abiding 

Night that stretches out its tentacles

Twisted with thin lines of my Destiny

Pro of Yan and Con of Yin, fragments

Maybe it’s just as Taichi

To stare up at endless stars; that’s all the Self

All  women are

The most beautiful Spiral

Nevertheless, I am also a mayfly or an ant

Divining future of chaos, fullness and emptiness ...........

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original poem 〈孤寂〉

english translation by Jeats 

Solitude

Seemingly such a flawless moment in Solitude 
Firmament as off its heavy burden 
A guest house of the vein of mine on the soulless terrene I, am just being 

 A outer shell without its snail

I Love you/ Recovering of a Flower/ Encounter

〈我愛你〉
English translation by Jeats


I Love You


The stumbled hurdle athlete on the track
Each time articulating *three character phrase
All blushed by himself on the cheeks 


* three character phrase: in Chinese, each character is also a word. “I love you” are combined of three characters. However, in Chinese “three character phrase” also mean foul language to scold others.