【波西米亞式的散步】
城堡矗立後方
悄悄發出一聲嘆息：
唉，布拉格，這帶爪的，親愛的母親（註一）
人們彎身爬上重重台階
藤蔓垂掛如髮
風裡沙沙飄搖，彷彿起了愛憎之心
彷彿欲語還休
等待過路者投以驚鴻一瞥
便瞬間碎成粉末糝入紅瓦屋頂
這紅瓦屋頂
浪一般席捲了我倆的身軀
理智都被浸濕了
等待第一束陽光將它曬乾……
或者乾脆就濕著
以發霉的手指觸碰彼此發霉的臉龐
偷偷留下帶爪的傷
碰著你的肩從這頭走到那頭
整條巷子還埋在深深的睡意之中
石板路裸露發亮
我們踩過，像踩出一串鋼琴的音階
門後有人收拾餐盤偷聽
「唯有真正愛你的人會記得你，
當我們乘天使翅膀飛往天堂。」
一根羽毛飛了起來
晴空下越過你的背影
悄悄落至耶穌受難雕像，祂張開的手心
我說走完這條巷子
咱們來去參觀存放波西米亞手抄經書的神學廳（註二）
那裡曾是神秘的禁地
由於書將絕版，因而更顯其戮力保存的迫切性
你微笑點頭說好
渾然不覺
黃昏薄暮中，煤油燈嘩然點亮
風正細細點閱你的手，你的髮，你的流浪與憂傷
你這一本日後許將絕版於我身邊的書籍
＊註一：Franz Kafka once described Prague as ”A dear little mother with claws ”.
＊註二：1143年成立至今的史塔赫夫修道院圖書館（Strahov Library），尊嚴的保存許多珍貴的手抄經書。那肅穆的氣氛，使參觀者斂目低眉，側耳傾聽書籍想要對我們啟示的道理。唉，那莊嚴美麗的圖書館穹頂，曾經迴盪多少聖人先哲動人的對話智慧？
史塔赫夫修道院：
http://www.strahovskyklaster.cz/史塔赫夫修道院圖書館的神學廳：
http://www.fotosearch.com/results.asp?start=0&category=1&keyword=theological+hall&pub=all&rf=rf&rm=rm
＊圖片攝於蘿瑞特街（Loretánská），從城堡區通往史塔赫夫修道院的捷徑。縱橫交錯的拱廊肋骨，鋪陳出一個電影場景般的世界。陪你穿過這裡走到盡頭，詩意極了。
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【Walking in a Bohemian way】
The castle stands erectly behind us
and quietly sighs:
“Oh, Prague, with claws, the little dear mother”.
People bend down their body to climb up the stairs
the green vines hang over the walls as long hairs
in the wind , they rustle……seem to desire love and hatred
seem to linger in your concealed words
seem to wait for your glance
then instantaneously smash into powders , spread into the red-tiled roofs
These red-tiled roofs
look like sea waves to roll up our bodies
therefore, our reasons are soaked
just wait for the initial sunlight to dry them......
Perhaps I’d rather become humid
to touch your mildewy face with my mildewy fingers
even though it creates a clawed scar
Next to your shoulder, we walk from this end to the other end
the lane lies burried in dark sleep
and the stony ground is barely polished
we step over it to compose a piano melody
behind the door of the lane
someone secretly cleans the dining table and listens to our conversation
“Only the one who truly loves you will remember you,
after we fly to the heaven with angel’s wings.”
A feather flies high above…….
beneath the blue sky , it flies across your shadow
eventually settles itself in Jesus’ statue, within his opened palm
I say : After we pass through the lane
could we visit Theological Hall where stores the Bohemian manuscripts?
It once was a forbidden place
now it’s an urgency to preserve the old books due to their discontinued editions
You smile and nod
but not aware :
In the gloaming, the lamps lighten the gloomy lane
the wind reads your hands , your hairs, your happiness and sorrows
also reads your mind , the unique book which may be discontinued edition for my life
