詩樣

[樂地]

Poetry

What is Poetry? Who knows?
Not a rose, but the scent of the rose;
Not the sky, but the light in the sky;
Not the fly, but the gleam of the fly;
Not the sea, but the sound of the sea;
Not myself, but what makes me
See, hear, and feel something that prose
Cannot: and what it is, who knows?

--Eleanor Farjeon

詩樣

什麼是詩? 誰知道?
不是玫瑰, 卻有玫瑰香味
不是藍天, 卻擁有雲彩天光
不是蝶, 卻挾帶著蝶粉鱗黛
不是海洋, 卻浪湧波濤
不是我, 卻打造了我
去看 去聽去 感覺
卻摸不著: 這就是詩, 誰知道?