The Glass Bird

By Yujane

I am the glass bird that

Sits on a shelf,

Waiting to be seen.

I am the glass bird that

Has been held in the hands

Of many of the world’s admirers.

I am the glass bird that

Feels as smooth as silk,

As blue as the sapphire sky.

I am the glass bird that

Says,” Cheer up!

Wipe the tears away from your eyes.”

I am the glass bird that

Thinks,” Why not?

Why can’t I fly away?”

I am the glass bird that

Dreams to soar,

From shore to rocky shore.

I am the glass bird that

Is forever thinking and dreaming,

Locked in an invisible cage,

Cannot fly but

Can let others’ hopes soar.

備註:

這是 Yujane 上週六在West End Poets Weekend 所唸的五首小詩中的一首

啊! 那兩隻小藍鳥是從跳蚤市場帶回家的戰利品˙