Derek Jarman's Garden

P72-73.配图：p72上部 贾曼的木屋和花园 P72页下部 Cardoon; Helichrysum; Cotton lavenderUnder this blue skymy clock-faced flowerbedreflect the orb of the sunThey guard its risingand mark its settingin the western land.They never sleep.Lying awake under the starry constellations,they liten to the music of time,great ancestral voicesHenge and DolmenThey chuckle,yes,they chuckleand gossip.The wise wren,head cocked,listens to them.Fools sing life in an empty songquickly lost in the wind,insignificant.How wrong.Though the watch-spring breaks,the batteries dry on the digits,the sands of time never run dry:they defy dread death.I stand with my camera,the film unwinding.Is there nothing but mortality?The rushes are quickly over,I'm there with a second chance.Time leaksas the twelve apostles dance.