一首速成的诗我倾听着格雷哥清唱在飞驰于公路上的车里,在法兰西。树影掠过,僧侣们赞美一位看不见的上帝。(在黎明时分,在一个冷得发抖的教堂)平静的男声祈祷仿佛得救正在花园里成长。我去哪儿?太阳在何处藏身?我的生命褴褛地躺在公路两旁,像地图般易破。伴着僧侣们的歌声我飘 A quick poem I listened to Gregor singing in the speeding car on the road in France. The shadows swept past, and the monks praised an invisible God. (At dawn, in a chilly church) Calming male prayers seem to be salvaged in the garden. Where do I go? Where are the sun hiding? My life is ragged on both sides of the road, easily broken like a map. Accompanied by the monks singing I float