Not for that city of the level sun,     Its golden streets and glittering gates ablaze—     The shadeless, sleepless city of white days, White nights, or nights and days that are as one— We weary, wh…

Could such slow-paced wind measure the emptiness of space? Already the silent azure has cast down its white buildings, amid patches of shadow and sunlight resting on the ground, quiet and complete.

22.09.2019 在雨天让我唱一首奇异的歌 即使不被听见在无人的路 让我不再了解我的快乐 仅需柔软注意的倾注—

1. 当看不见的鸟儿开始歌唱 我写下已是黑暗的黄昏。 2. 以一个简单的词语开始，它即是此刻全部。 轻盈如终结后的沉默 却继续 像是恋人声音里，令人颤抖的犹豫

被遗忘的苹果表面有柔软的皱褶 我抱着热茶杯 摇动它此刻红色 看见即是触碰： 远处天空的灰白背景上 烟囱缓缓吹出 更白的烟雾

Ô saisons, ô châteaux, Quelle âme est sans défauts ? Ô saisons, ô châteaux, J’ai fait la magique étude Du Bonheur, que nul n’élude. Ô vive lui, chaque fois Que chante son coq gaulois. Mais ! je n’aur…