Insisting
All is growing that all the grass, trees,
and all our babies, even all
the skyscrapers, graveyard stones are growing
in this spring afternoon.
Shining is all living and dying, soaring is
all the blood beats of this metropolitan city.
You insist to be a graceful tree,
You insist to be a fish swimming silently.
You know so well what you love
but always afraid of asking for love.
You feel the city is becoming your rude lover
but can’t help with your unyielding love of it.
All is growing at this sensual spring afternoon,
all the excitement, anguish, and all the grieves.
You insist to pray for a peace,
You insist to involve in all passions.
The Way We Live Unconsciously
I walked into a city in the spring and
immediately fell in love with it
before I ignored its noisy and crowed body
with scattered cigarette butts and empty bottles;
before I could barely hold myself from blowing underneath
to the cars in a windy day, crossing street;
before I’d seen all its old and fresh desires, smiles
and all its old and fresh wounds, anguishes.
I was afraid of its arrogance and imperiousness
but why my roots keep on growing right here?
and I hear people complain at any time, whenever
feeling weary, but still here hold the city as a lover?
The city is always poised and keeps its flame so that
we just ignore why we still feel fired up at anytime.
I know spring was not the reason but I fell in love
with this city immediately before
I realized that each night the city calmly lulled me
into its bright and warm darkness.
芝加哥是我钟爱的城市，也许因为芝加哥很大气，很阳刚，所以我对这个城市的感觉很像对一个钟情的男人的感觉。
