the bouquet

Between me and the world
you are a bay, a sail
the faithful ends of a rope
you are a fountain, a wind,
a shrill childhood cry.

Between me and the world
you are a picture frame, a window
a field covered in wildflowers
you are a breath, a bed,
a night that keeps the stars company.

Between me and the world,
you are a calendar, a compass
a ray of light that slips through the gloom
you are a biographical sketch, a book mark
a preface that comes at the end.

between me and the world
you are a gauze curtain, a mist
a lamp shining in my dreams
you are a bamboo flute, a song without words
a closed eyelid carved in stone.

Between me and the world
you are a chasm, a pool
an abyss plunging down
you are a balustrade, a wall
a shield’s eternal pattern.

Autor: Bei Dao

the bouquet<br /><br />Between me and the world<br />you are a bay, a sail<br />the faithful ends of a rope<br />you are a fountain, a wind, <br />a shrill childhood cry.<br /><br />Between me and the world<br />you are a picture frame, a window<br />a field covered in wildflowers<br />you are a breath, a bed,<br />a night that keeps the stars company.<br /><br />Between me and the world, <br />you are a calendar, a compass<br />a ray of light that slips through the gloom<br />you are a biographical sketch, a book mark<br />a preface that comes at the end.<br /><br />between me and the world<br />you are a gauze curtain, a mist<br />a lamp shining in my dreams<br />you are a bamboo flute, a song without words<br />a closed eyelid carved in stone.<br /><br />Between me and the world<br />you are a chasm, a pool<br />an abyss plunging down<br />you are a balustrade, a wall<br />a shield’s eternal pattern. - Bei Dao

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