Poems of Shape and Motion

Poems of Shape and Motion Lyrics

Song	Poems of Shape and Motion
Artist	Linton Kwesi Johnson
Album	More Time
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	作词 : Carter, Johnson
	I was wondering if I could shape this passion
	Just as I wanted in solid fire.
	I was wondering if the strange combustion of my days
	The tension of the world inside of me
	And the strength of my heart were enough.
	I was wondering if I could stand as tall,
	While the tide of the sea rose and fell.
	If the sky would recede as I went,
	Or the earth would emerge as I came
	To the door of the morning, locked against the sun.
	I was wondering if I could make myself
	Nothing but fire, pure and incorruptible.
	The wound of the wind on my face
	Would be healed by the work of my life
	Or the growth of the pain in my sleep
	Would be stopped in the strife of my days.
	I am wondering if the agony of years
	Could be traced to the seed of an hour.
	If the roots that spread out in the swamp
	Ran too deep for the issuing flower.
	I was wondering if I could find myself
	All that I am in all that I could be.
	If all the population of stars
	Would be less than the things I could utter
	And the challenge of space in my soul
	Be filled by the shape I become.
	I walk slowly in the wind,
	Watching myself in things I did not make;
	In jumping shadows and in limping cripples
	Dust on earth and houses tight with sickness
	Deep constant pain, the dream without sleep.
	I walk slowly in the wind,
	Hearing myself in the loneliness of a child
	In woman's grief, which is not understood
	In coughing dogs when midnight lingers long
	On stones, on streets and then on echoing stars,
	That burn all night and suddenly go out.
	I walk slowly in the wind
	Knowing myself in every moving thing
	In years and days and words that mean so much
	Strong hands that shake, long roads that walk
	And deeds that do themselves.
	And all this world and all these lives to live.
	I walk slowly in the wind,
	Remembering scorn and naked men in darkness
	And huts of iron rivetted to earth.
	Cold huts of iron stand upon this earth
	Like rusting prisons
	Each is well marked and each wide roof is spread
	Like some dark wing
	Casting a shadow or living a curse.
	I walk slowly in the wind
	To lifted sunset red and gold and dim
	A long brown river slanting to an ocean
	A fishing boat, a man who cannot drown.
	I walk slowly in the wind
	And birds are swift, the sky is blue like silk.
	From the big sweeping ocean of water
	An iron ship rusted and brown achors itself.
	And the long river runs like a snake
	Silent and smooth.
	I walk slowly in the wind.
	I hear my footsteps echoing down the tide
	Echoing like a wave on the sand or a wing on the wind
	Echoing echoing
	A voice in the soul, a laugh in the funny silence.
	I walk slowly in the wind
	I walk because I cannot crawl or fly.

	zuo ci : Carter, Johnson
	I was wondering if I could shape this passion
	Just as I wanted in solid fire.
	I was wondering if the strange combustion of my days
	The tension of the world inside of me
	And the strength of my heart were enough.
	I was wondering if I could stand as tall,
	While the tide of the sea rose and fell.
	If the sky would recede as I went,
	Or the earth would emerge as I came
	To the door of the morning, locked against the sun.
	I was wondering if I could make myself
	Nothing but fire, pure and incorruptible.
	The wound of the wind on my face
	Would be healed by the work of my life
	Or the growth of the pain in my sleep
	Would be stopped in the strife of my days.
	I am wondering if the agony of years
	Could be traced to the seed of an hour.
	If the roots that spread out in the swamp
	Ran too deep for the issuing flower.
	I was wondering if I could find myself
	All that I am in all that I could be.
	If all the population of stars
	Would be less than the things I could utter
	And the challenge of space in my soul
	Be filled by the shape I become.
	I walk slowly in the wind,
	Watching myself in things I did not make
	In jumping shadows and in limping cripples
	Dust on earth and houses tight with sickness
	Deep constant pain, the dream without sleep.
	I walk slowly in the wind,
	Hearing myself in the loneliness of a child
	In woman' s grief, which is not understood
	In coughing dogs when midnight lingers long
	On stones, on streets and then on echoing stars,
	That burn all night and suddenly go out.
	I walk slowly in the wind
	Knowing myself in every moving thing
	In years and days and words that mean so much
	Strong hands that shake, long roads that walk
	And deeds that do themselves.
	And all this world and all these lives to live.
	I walk slowly in the wind,
	Remembering scorn and naked men in darkness
	And huts of iron rivetted to earth.
	Cold huts of iron stand upon this earth
	Like rusting prisons
	Each is well marked and each wide roof is spread
	Like some dark wing
	Casting a shadow or living a curse.
	I walk slowly in the wind
	To lifted sunset red and gold and dim
	A long brown river slanting to an ocean
	A fishing boat, a man who cannot drown.
	I walk slowly in the wind
	And birds are swift, the sky is blue like silk.
	From the big sweeping ocean of water
	An iron ship rusted and brown achors itself.
	And the long river runs like a snake
	Silent and smooth.
	I walk slowly in the wind.
	I hear my footsteps echoing down the tide
	Echoing like a wave on the sand or a wing on the wind
	Echoing echoing
	A voice in the soul, a laugh in the funny silence.
	I walk slowly in the wind
	I walk because I cannot crawl or fly.

	zuò cí : Carter, Johnson
	I was wondering if I could shape this passion
	Just as I wanted in solid fire.
	I was wondering if the strange combustion of my days
	The tension of the world inside of me
	And the strength of my heart were enough.
	I was wondering if I could stand as tall,
	While the tide of the sea rose and fell.
	If the sky would recede as I went,
	Or the earth would emerge as I came
	To the door of the morning, locked against the sun.
	I was wondering if I could make myself
	Nothing but fire, pure and incorruptible.
	The wound of the wind on my face
	Would be healed by the work of my life
	Or the growth of the pain in my sleep
	Would be stopped in the strife of my days.
	I am wondering if the agony of years
	Could be traced to the seed of an hour.
	If the roots that spread out in the swamp
	Ran too deep for the issuing flower.
	I was wondering if I could find myself
	All that I am in all that I could be.
	If all the population of stars
	Would be less than the things I could utter
	And the challenge of space in my soul
	Be filled by the shape I become.
	I walk slowly in the wind,
	Watching myself in things I did not make
	In jumping shadows and in limping cripples
	Dust on earth and houses tight with sickness
	Deep constant pain, the dream without sleep.
	I walk slowly in the wind,
	Hearing myself in the loneliness of a child
	In woman' s grief, which is not understood
	In coughing dogs when midnight lingers long
	On stones, on streets and then on echoing stars,
	That burn all night and suddenly go out.
	I walk slowly in the wind
	Knowing myself in every moving thing
	In years and days and words that mean so much
	Strong hands that shake, long roads that walk
	And deeds that do themselves.
	And all this world and all these lives to live.
	I walk slowly in the wind,
	Remembering scorn and naked men in darkness
	And huts of iron rivetted to earth.
	Cold huts of iron stand upon this earth
	Like rusting prisons
	Each is well marked and each wide roof is spread
	Like some dark wing
	Casting a shadow or living a curse.
	I walk slowly in the wind
	To lifted sunset red and gold and dim
	A long brown river slanting to an ocean
	A fishing boat, a man who cannot drown.
	I walk slowly in the wind
	And birds are swift, the sky is blue like silk.
	From the big sweeping ocean of water
	An iron ship rusted and brown achors itself.
	And the long river runs like a snake
	Silent and smooth.
	I walk slowly in the wind.
	I hear my footsteps echoing down the tide
	Echoing like a wave on the sand or a wing on the wind
	Echoing echoing
	A voice in the soul, a laugh in the funny silence.
	I walk slowly in the wind
	I walk because I cannot crawl or fly.

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