那人不知在垂钓什么
每次经过，我都看见他
拿着钓竿往溪里垂钓着……
垂钓鱼吗？
可是没见他钓起过鱼
垂钓虾子吗？
可是没见过他钓起过虾子
只见他一次次拉起钓线
欣喜地仿佛钓到什么
但是他果真钓到什么？
这次我放大了胆子上前去问他
“我看你钓得很高兴
你到底都钓到了什么？”
他回头用怀疑的眼光看着我：
“你真的想知道吗？”
“当然真的想知道。”
“我钓到了灵感。”
“什么？灵感能钓吗？”
“是呀！我还钓到了诗意。”
“什么？诗意能钓吗？”
“唉！你不懂啦。”
说着，他转回头继续垂钓
不再理睬我……
Fishing Hsu ChiCheng
Each time I pass by
I see him fishing by the brook
Who knows what does he fish…
Does he fish for fish?
Yet he has not caught even one fish
Does he fish for shrimp?
Yet he has not caught even one shrimp
However, he draws the fishing line repeatedly
And he appears so happy each time
What on earth has he fished?
One day I went ahead and asked him:
“You are so joyful,
And what have you fished?”
He turned round and gazed at me in disbelief
“Do you really want to know?”
“Certainly.”
“I have fished inspiration.”
“What? Inspiration can be fished?”
“Yes! I have fished poetics, too.”
“What? Poetics can be fished also?”
“Alas, you do not know.”
Then he turned back and continued to fish
And didn’t pay any attention to me…@
