见秋风起,无端想起这首歌。Joan Baez的嗓音清澈遥远,不属于我们这个时间。
早上去城里上一个两小时的课,折腾来回竟然用了一上午的时间。走出地铁站,看到匆匆忙忙奔走的人群,记得自己也曾是其中一个,大冬天穿着裙子冻得抖抖索索的,手里捂着个鸡蛋三明治,一脸傻笑。
也就一年多点,竟然就忘了路。自己嘲笑自己笨。回去的时候,脚踏在地上的通风口上,望见地铁站上面的小亭,突然想起那年,多少个下雨的傍晚,站在地铁口跟电话里的人说:我要挂了,地铁下面没信号。挂掉电话,收起伞,甩一甩,散一片水滴。电话那头的人,是谁呢,被我挂了那么多次,我倒记不起来了。
晴朗刮风的秋日是怀旧的天气。脚下落叶细碎地破裂,曾经是嚣张盛放的绿色,到底是一生一世还是轮回反复,不由得恍惚。视线茫然落在一个飘动的食物袋子上面,一怔,思维重返人间。啊,第六个秋天了。五年了。这么久。
Well, I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the Midwest
Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well, you burst on the scene, already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes, the girl on the half-shell
Could keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
'Cause I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes, I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
1 comment:
all of sudden it is almost november. cook and windy. are you still busy with your project? I am working on my paper(s) (only one now) and still working... :-(
after finishing will let you know. :-)
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