黄昏
余光中

倘若黄昏是一道寂寞的关
西门关向晚霞的
匆匆的鞍上客啊，为何
不见进关来，只见出关去？
而一出关去就中了埋伏
晚霞一翻全变了黑旗
再回头，西门已闭
————几度想问问蝶上的边卒
只见蝙蝠在上下扑打着
噢，一座空城
 
Evening
Yu Guangzhong
 
If evening is a lonely fort,
The west gate open to sunset glow,
Why are all the travelers,
Who hurry on horseback,
Allowed only a passage out
And never an admission in?
And, once out, they’re all ambushed,
When sunset clouds switch to black flags
And the west gate shuts behind.
Often I turned to ask the garrison,
But was answered only by bats
Flitting up and down an empty fort.