《蕙草集》 Memory
Oil Painting
The blight fell, swallowed up all forms,
Trees, bees, weeds, creeks…lively things,
Whereat aghast, my poor soul implored,
The vessel of flesh and blood still hasted to yield.
Lying there on earth, a lonesome skull,
Rising up from beneath, a broken lachrymal,
Lipless I sipped at the limpid liquid remained.
How was it I extracted life from the bale I imbibed?
A breeze bit the frosting teeth
And slowly sibilated—— death.
Erelong came back the thorny memory ,
Whispering ‘love thee, love thee’ tenderly.
The swarthy eyelets started to cry,
Tears dropt with a heavy sigh.
From the moistening motes grew a rootless spray,
With an incarnadine flower fading away.
A gray-brown bird flew by, tweedled the Vault’s silent lyre,
Piercing was the shrill note, it hurt my ear.
I had tasted thy forbidden nectar and paid the price.
Martyr of a fallen grace, punished by a sacrilegious course.
Alack, the pains taught me to accept the fate.
‘ Shroud me well with all the senses carefully wrapt.’
盡力而為, 死而無侮.
Try to read it all the way through once without interruptions for a sense of direction(s) where the poem is trying to lead you. only after you are able to obtain the "mood" sort of speak, then it is a little easier to take a peek of the realm, sanctum or psyche of the composer.
I have no idea who Ms Tiao is up until 2 months ago when i stumbled into this WJ BLOG thing...but I think her art works are amazing regardless of our political differences...and I maybe wrong, she is either strutting her talents by playing(writing) different moods or something is saddening her.