Die Young
At that time,
Sounds of nature were wafted to the back yard,
You held her hands and said: “My Circe！”
I stood at the highest mountain top in the north——
a Buddhist bowl in hand,
for teardrops of plumflowers.
Although I know all the images in water
are imprecations which
Artemis uttered in anger,
I’ m infatuated with them
and kowtow on knees in an idle dream.
Evil ,hide at your dirty place.
Sneer at me!
Watch how my soul is stolen!
A mummery ,it could be.
Alas, why not drink up the opium juice
to share madness with Thomas De Quincey ;
Or , go into the nether world with bloody poems,
to serve Yama and his wife.
Let me look at the images in water once again
When all are withered , dreams in vain.
__________
Circe, Amor’s be loved girl
Artemis，God of moon
Thomas De Quincey (1785_1859)，wrote
CONFESSIONS OF AN ENGLISH OPIUM EATER
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