一根雁羽

诗/沈彩初

一根雁羽，从高空慢慢飘下

承载着秋天的重量

我不知道它从哪里来

要到何处去

当与我六楼的窗子齐眉时

它突然停了一下

生活中，有些事情总叫人捉摸不定

我急忙伸出手去接它

是想驮住一片记忆

可它还是绕开我的手指

缓缓下坠、下坠

我听不见煽动气流的声音

马上就要接近地面

一辆车，使它箭返高空

我没注意这片羽毛是否粘有血迹

只知道，一个人的爱曾和

秋天一起死了

大雁，留下一路悲鸣

A Feather of Wild Geese

A poem by ShenCaiChu /Tr. By Lily

A feather of wild goose, drifting down slowly from upper air

Carries the weight of autumn

I don’t know where it comes from

And to where it’ll go

When reaching the sixth floor window to level with my brows

It suddenly pauses for a short while

There are always something in life unpredictable

I hastily reach out hand to hold it

Intending to hold up a pack of memories

But it still bypasses my fingers

Falling and falling slow

I can’t hear the sound of air current stirred up

Soon it'll touch the ground

A vehicle, shoots it like an arrow back to upper air

I didn’t notice whether the feather has been blood-stained

And only know that a person's love

Has died along with the autumn

Wild geese have left their whines all the road