IN
MEMORY
OF
A ONCE FLUID MAN
CRAMMED & DISTORTED
BY
THE CLASSICAL MESS
LEE JUN FAN 1940-1973
JEUNESSE
CEUILLE CHAQUE minute
de ton temps
les jours s'envolent;
avant peu, toi aussi vieilliras
si tu ne me crois pas
regarde là, dans le jardin,
le frimas
ce blanc qui étincelle
froid & cruel
sur l'herbe verte de naguère
ne vois-tu pas que toi & moi
sommes les branches
d'un même arbre
tu te réjouis
& je ris
tu te lamentes
& je pleures
oh mon amour
pourrions-nous vivres
notre vie différemment
toi & moi?
tzu yeh 265-419 ap. j-c
"EL
VIAGE DEFINITIVO" (THE definitive journey)
I LEFT. & THE birds stayed, singing
... & I will leave. But the birds
will stay, singing:
& my garden will stay, with its
green tree,
with its water well.
Many afternoons the skies will be
blue & placid,
& the bells in the belfry will
chime,
as they are chimming this very afternoon.
The people who have loved me will
pass away,
& the town will burst anew every
year.
But my spirit will always wander nostalgic
in the same recondite corner of my
flowery garden
Juan Ramon Jimenez
