somewhere I have never traveled-陈建骐
gladly beyond any experience
your eyes have their silence
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me
or which I cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers
you open always petal by petal myself
as Spring opens touching skillfully
mysteriously her first rose
or if your wish be to close me
I and my life will shut very beautifully
suddenly
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending