The late spring
At last it comes, the late spring, with sudden sprout, with sunny shock, with breeze flowed and rain dropped, on the May day, which reminds me the spring in Sweden, it’s the same time with same cheer….magnolia, cherry blossum, peach blossum, elm blossum, rododendro, daffodil and tulip….it’s mainly light colours such as white, pink and yellow. where is the wild rose? you can never find it easily on the street, might because it’s so commercial that it’s always found in flower shops, in gardens, in the name of Rose…in Rilke’s words…
若你的鲜妍有时让我们这般惊异，
幸福的玫瑰，
是因你自身，在你内里，
花瓣托着花瓣，你在休憩。
全体苏醒过来，花骨朵
依然熟睡，无穷无尽的花瓣，触及
这宁静的中心多少温存
抵达那张终极的嘴。
（何家炜译）
Si ta fraîcheur parfois nous étonne tant,
heureuse rose,
c’est qu’en toi-même, en dedans,
pétale contre pétale, tu te reposes.
Ensemble tout éveillé, dont le milieu
dort, pendant qu’innombrables, se touchent
les tendresses de ce coeur silencieux
qui aboutissent à l’extrême bouche.
