喬治溫斯頓之冬天(中英詩)

　
　
◎喬治溫斯頓之冬天
　
以手指觸摸湖面
我身上彷彿長出魚鰭
沉入更深的湖底
一對翅膀將湖水打開
覆蓋乾燥的風景
我穿梭，在暗礁之間
彷彿看見一座森林
我抱緊那些白色木頭
像抱著燃燒的柴火
左手的雪神奇地翻了個跟斗
右手食指彈了彈冬天
黑色影子就滾到太陽腳邊
　
我是喬治，我在12月
獨自一人像卡農那樣藍
同時，深深理解了春天
　
2007.4.14
　
　
　
◎The Winter of George Winston
　
Touching the surface of the lake
Then I grow the pinnas on my back
Sinking deeply into the bottom
The wings make the water open
The dry scenery was covered
And I shuttle, among the shoal
Seems to see a forest
Then I grasp tightly those white woods
Just like holding the burning fire in my arms
Turning snow a somersault in my left hand
Filliping the Winter away in my right hand
The shadows rolled to the sunny land
　
I am George, I am in December
Feeling alone, is the color of blue like Canon
In that, the Spring, is deeply understood.
　
2007.4.15