The Gloaming

For a long time I've wanted to go into the gloaming Let me go with it, right to the threshold of seeing. I've been wondering why it has a tinge of blueness, Is it a balm against the day's blood-soaked passions? I've been wondering why it's always used with 'the': Can we meet there in thought, wherever we started from? I've been wondering why this word derives from a verb: Is there anything that GLOAMS, except for the gloaming? It trails off... you can't quite pinpoint its ending; I want to investigate this word without a dictionary. Its atmosphere embeds certain moments in memory; You can imagine your future self reliving them. Its atmosphere opens out into past and future... You can take a break from being a child of your era. A special scent from roadside plants reaches you- Their sigh of relief after processing so much sunlight. If I can walk far enough into the gloaming, The land's most secret thoughts will be my thoughts. .......... Thanks to Mr. Wang Hao for translating this poem into Chinese: '暮色' 我一直想要走进那暮色 让我跟随它，直到明与暗的门槛边。 我总想知道为什么它始终透着微蓝？ 莫非它是一抹清凉可以祛除白日血色的烦恼？ 我总想知道为什么'gloaming'前面始终要加个定冠词 'the'， 难道无论从哪里出发，我们终究可以在这种意念中相会? 我总想知道英文中意味着'向晦'的这个暮色——the gloaming 为什么衍生于一个动词，难道说这天色正在一步一步走向晦暗？ 它渐至隐没，但你却不知道它止于何处。 我想把字典放在一边，将这个词拿来细细端详 它的氛围把某些刹那嵌入记忆 你可以想见未来的自己将这些时刻细细品味。 它的氛围总是向过去与未来敞开…… 你可以暂时卸下作为时代儿女的重担。 路边的花草有一丝不同寻常的芬芳沁入你的鼻息, 这是它们辛勤吞咽太多日光后松出的一口气. 如果我能深深地走进那暮色， 我的脑海中将荡起大地最隐秘的思绪。 王浩 译