Yeah, I know...I am a poem freak, but when I read them I had to think of these two.
Written 由 Erich Fried and translated either 由 me 或者 some friendly people on the internet :).
As I don't translate jobwise I can't give 你 a guarantee that everything is translated correctly. And now enjoy ^^


Abandoned room

In the room dust
tender on the windowpanes
calm dust
on the table
on the old pillow:
peachy fluff
which caresses
the caressing hand
which shows the sun
the way through the closed windows

To be tired
and not want to cry
and not
want to die
to have cried & to be already dead:
in the light dust
which shows...