微語‧喧囂 玫瑰的綻放並沒有特定理由，她既不觀照自身，也不問被瞧見與否。 - Angelus Silesias

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An etude dedicated to 

Emily Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886)

and John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)

I hide myself in silence

Where the ever naught

Mocks the defiance

Of the Sisyphusian lot.

I hide myself in my shadow

As your light defines my escapade

To a half closed window:

I say, art, O art is the crusade.

I hide myself in your light

From which I mimic the shade

As I was overwhelmed at the sight

Of truths, O truths that fade.

Thus, I hide myself in the loss

In which my past means nothing.

Yet so effortlessly a soaring albatross

Reminds the rhymes I ache to sing.