Chen-ou Liu Poems

roadside puddle
a street dog
licks the winter moon
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a dried lotus leaf
in Tibetan Book of the Dead...
winter dusk
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New Year's morning
on The Metamorphosis
slanted sunlight
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an empty seashell...
the mid-autumn moon
above the Pacific
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autumn mist
a Bach fugue played
on the saw
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veggie dumplings...
I wrap myself
in her scent
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Moon Festival
alone, I whisper to myself
in my mother tongue
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suddenly awake
to see a sharp sickle
hanging low
in the winter sky...
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like a lullaby
crickets chirping from afar
take me home
in my autumn dream
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