An Astronaut Far From the Earth

Becoming an astronaut is so awesome。

I admire them for having

the intelligence, knowledge,

and physical strength required

to become an astronaut.

What I admire even more is that

they don’t have the claustrophobia (幽閉恐懼症) .

Earth is so near, yet still so far.

能成為太空人真勁。  

我很羨慕他們擁有成為太空人所需的

智力、知識與體魄。

我更羨慕的是，他們沒有成為太空人不好出現的

幽閉恐懼症（claustrophobia）

地球似近還遠。

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Barclay James Harvest - Negative Earth 

For fifty-five days

I've been flying around the world

Didn't anybody know, 

didn't anyone suppose

That my life up here was 

slowly drifting by

And all I've got to do is 

sit and cry

The Earth is so clear and 

it's simply a reach away

I just had to laugh today but 

the news it seemed to say

That my life once full was 

surely running dry

I prayed a while but then 

I had to cry

Look in my eyes - I know

That man is surely just a man

It's no surprise - I know

The road is far too long

And life too short to carry on

For fifty-five days 

I've been flying around the world

Here in syncopated time, 

while my tangled web of rhyme

Dangles aimlessly, time drips slowly by

And all I've got to do is 

sit and cry

Look in my eyes - I know

That man is surely just a man

It's no surprise - I know

The road is far too long

And life too short to carry on

The Poet and His Favourite Poems

He recently wrote ten poems all at once.
He asked me, 'Which one do you like?'
I like his third poem.
He asked her, 'Which one do you like?'
She likes his eighth poem.
He said his own favorite is the sixth one.

他最近一口氣寫了十首詩。

他問我，喜歡他那一首詩？

我喜歡他的第三首詩。

他問她，喜歡他那一首詩？

我喜歡他的第八首詩。

他說他自己最喜歡的是第六首。

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Barclay James Harvest:- The Poet

Here I sit watching the day out

No one beside me who may doubt

All of the words that I could chose to say

So listen, believe, or be gone from this day

I need a friend to walk with me

And sit in the shade of an old tree

To think nothing much, 

just agree with my thoughts

To say nothing much, 

never tell what I ought

Watching the people pass by now

They just don't know why 

or know how

They don't seem to care about all 

that I've seen

They just walk on by never 

knowing I've been

Sitting up here where 

I'm wind blown

Only to ask and to be shown

Things that would make you believe 

what I say

I'll tell you myself and 

I'll show you some day

After the day at the sunset of life

As now I have reached my old age, 

I know that not much big deal 

can be done anymore. 

I also learn that not many people will 

care or pay attention to what deal I do, if any. 

However, I still have the passion, 

I am always an enthusiastic onlooker to watch 

what others are doing. 

If anyone would so choose to chat with me, 

I am definitely willing to tell him about 

my insights towards life. 

人到晚年，可以做的事不多了。 

想做也沒什麼人會理會或留意了。 

若心還熱的， 

也只能冷眼旁觀人世事。 

若有誰會和我聊聊天， 

我一定會告訴他有關我能洞識的天機。 

When I was young 

listening to some songs about the elderly 

written by some young artists, 

I was not much impressed. 

When I am now old 

listening to these same songs, 

I surprisingly find that 

those some young artist had written 

very good songs on the elderly 

which I shared much: 

年青時聽年青人創作有關老人的歌曲歌詞， 

沒什麼感覺。到老時再聽那些歌， 

覺得他們寫有關老人的歌曲歌詞，寫得很好呢: 

Barclay James Harvest

THE POET

Here I sit watching the day out

No-one beside me who may doubt

All of the words that I could chose to say

So listen, believe, or be gone from this day

I need a friend to walk with me

And sit in the shade of an old tree

To think nothing much, just agree with my thoughts

To say nothing much, never tell what I ought

Watching the people pass by now

They just don't know why or know how

They don't seem to care about all that I've seen

They just walk on by never knowing I've been

Sitting up here where I'm wind blown

Only to ask and to be shown

Things that would make you believe what I say

I'll tell you myself and I'll show you some day

AFTER THE DAY

The eyes of night march slowly by

The last grain falls

The kneeling man just sighs

Protected by the one great wall

Of coloured parts

He probes his clouded mind

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see

Is there nothing left at all

After the day

With trembling hands he wipes his eyes

He tries to stand

But does not feel the need

The morning sun shines on

The multicoloured cross

Left standing through it all

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see

Is there nothing left at all

After the day

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see

Is there nothing left at all

After the day