近年，我写了10餘首题为“Y"的英文诗，且大多已被发表。今天上午因我的电脑在住院便在小兒子的电脑上浏览，得知第二首”Y"已获【湿雪杂志】向美国‘小推车’文学奖提名。因为这已是我第7次获得提名，对获奖之事早已失去了兴奋，剩下的只有淡然。吾写诗，故我在矣！

不妨转贴如下，以博一笑，或为存档∶∶
链接∶∶http://www.sleetmagazine.com/selected/yuan_v5n1.html#Title1
原诗∶∶y

    yes, yes, with your
yellowish skin, you enjoy
  meditating within the shape of
a wishbone, inside the broken wing
    of an oriental bird strayed, or
in a larger sense, you look like
  the surfacing tail of a pacific whale
    who yells low, but whose voice reaches afar
far beyond a whole continent, to a remote village
  near the yellow river, where you used to sunbathe
    rice stems, reed leaves, cotton skeletons
with a fork made of a single horn-shaped twig
    when you were a barefooted country boy
        on the other side of this new world