〈做诗〉

/非马

直到妻子温存的眼光

也结了冰

诗人才惊觉

笼罩自己脸上的冷

竟是恁般深重

但大地

为了开出第一朵花

必须忍耐

长长的冬

就这样

他又一次

理得而心不安

苦苦地等待

一声清脆的爆响

冰破裂    眉头舒展

安祥地他摊开稿纸

写下第一个字

THE MAKING OF A POEM

     by William Marr

when his wife’s warm gaze

turns into an icicle

he knows

there must be a deep freeze

on his own face

but before the bloom

of its first flower

the earth must endure

a long long winter

so he once again attains

though not without a qualm

his peace of mind

and arduously awaits

the clear and crisp sound

ice breaking    brows relaxing

composedly he spreads out

a sheet of paper

and puts down

his first word