Poem | Homesick
Homesick 乡愁 When I was a child, my homesickness was a […]

Homesick
乡愁

When I was a child,
my homesickness was a small stamp,
linking Mum at the other end and me this.
When I've grown up,
I remained homesick,
but it became a ticket by which I sailed to and from my bride at the other end.
Then homesickness took the shape of a grave,
Mum inside of it and me outside.
Now I'm still homesick,
but it is a narrow strait,
separating me on this side and the mainland on the other.
小时候,
乡愁是一枚小小的邮票,
我在这头,
母亲在那头。
长大后,
多愁是一张窄窄的船票,
我在这头,
新娘在那头。
后来呀,
乡愁是一方矮矮的坟墓,
我在外头,
母亲在里头。
而现在,
乡愁是一弯浅浅的海峡,
我在这头,
大陆在那头。