MUSEUM

Here are plates but no appetite.
And wedding rings, but the requited love
has been gone now for some three hundred years.


Here's a fan - where is the maiden's blush?
Here are swords where is the ire?
Nor will the lute sound at the twilight hour.


Since eternity was out of stock,
ten thousand aging things have been amassed instead.
The moss-grown guard in golden slumber
props his moustache on the Exhibit Number...


Fight. Metals, clay and feathers celebrate
their silent triumphs over dates.
Only some Egyptian flapper's silly hairpin giggles.


The crown has outlasted the head.
The hand has lost out to the glove.
The right shoe has defeated the foot.


As for me, I am still alive, you see.
The battle with my dress still rages on.
It struggles, foolish thing, so stubbornly!
Determined to keep living when I'm gone!


博物館

這裡有餐盤而無食慾。
有結婚戒指，然愛情至少已三百年
未獲回報。

這裡有一把扇子——粉紅的臉蛋哪裡去了？
這裡有幾把劍——憤怒哪裡去了？
黃昏時分魯特琴的弦音不再響起。

因為永恆缺貨
十萬件古物在此聚合。
土裡土氣的守衛美夢正酣，
他的短髭撐靠在展示櫥窗上。

金屬，陶器，鳥的羽毛
無聲地慶祝自己戰勝了時間。
只有古埃及黃毛丫頭的髮夾嗤嗤傻笑。

王冠的壽命比頭長。
手輸給了手套。
右腳的鞋打敗了腳。

至於我，你瞧，還活著。
和我的衣服的競賽正如火如荼進行著。
這傢伙戰鬥的意志超乎想像！
它多想在我離去之後繼續存活！