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The Irish Symphony

   The Irish Symphony
   ――To M. Dooley
   By Jingwa
   
   Actually this is a song dedicated to Mike

   
   
   1.
   Everyday you sit in a corner in the library
   
   Kids shouting is like single-syllable letters
   I sit down obediently, many people block my view of you
   
   A bit of openings from the red plaid shirt
   1877, two buttons, and the Irish eyes
   
   Who would care the happenings in the streets on a Saturday morning
   Through the glass, sunshine eventually pierces in through the window
   
   The chimney in your Dublin home
   
   2.
   You are trying to put your hands into pockets
   Waves would flow back and forth several times in a body
   
   So would their cellos
   
   Upon playing tunes
   Wild geese in the sky would spread their wings all at once
   
   Solemnly I want to go close to you
   Hairs would be shining under your lips
   
   The sun falls upon everybody
   Peoples moving shadows are so nice to look
   
   3.
   Just like three apples wake up from a nap in a plate
   
   4.
   You say everyone’s body has seasons
   
   Summer now, but I see last year’s scenes here
   You play the scores so melodiously on the strings
   
   I really have never been there
   Where is that, my familiar Ireland
   
   Your grandma’s house is old
   Her wrinkles are old as well
   
   I would like to stay here, just here, for a while
   I will not leave until cellos are shifted to small bagpipe
   
   I will leave until there is not a single sound
   
   5.
   After that disaster
   Nowhere have I been
   
   But I heard some people farewell to me in the afternoon
   I do not know them, but they treat me well
   Right here
   I can go even much closer to you
   
   Straighten the fingers
   Let them know where they are from
   
   Let them love Irish black tea
   
   6.
   Yes, I have only one posture
   Smoke comes out of your pocket
   
   They salute to you
   So many people express their thanks to you
   
   You are recalling the message I left you just now
   So beautiful the bagpipe is
   Did the two white geese eventually love each other?
   
   7.
   It is still on
   The whirlwinds blow up the broken paper on the street
   
   Audience is running madly
   A swarm of flying wild geese disappeared
   
   Among many complicated accents I distinguish where they are from
   Their feathers still have colors
   
   I found something in the darkness
   Two eyes suddenly were cruising on your buttons
   
   Kids are calling their mums
   All people in the library are dismissing
   
   You are looking at me in another corner
   
   8.
   I can hear the sound of hairs falling down
   flying not afar, a group comes back
   
   I am upset because of no emotion on your face
   From where to where, it is always the same road
   
   9.
   I know there will be no end to April
   
   Right now I am not in Ireland
   Right now I am not here either
   
   2010-4-24
   ALAMEDA LIBRARY
   
   (Translated by Hai Luo Ying)
   

此文于2010年05月24日做了修改

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