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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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星 - Derek Walcott This entry was posted on 10/5/2006 3:13 PM and is filed under Poem Translation. 假如，在万物的光华中，你黯淡了 真实，却又只消褪 到我们心照不宣的适当 距离，如月亮整夜 驻足在树叶间，愿你 无形中给这屋子以快乐 星啊，带着双倍的深情，你来时 黄昏未到，去时黎明已过， 愿你苍白的火馅 带着平凡的热情 指引我们走过混沌，和心中 最深的苦痛 CommentsDisplay comments as (Linear | Threaded)
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