Nhuan LeXuan Poems
Under The Purple Flowers
In the purple flowers’ shade
You kissed me the first kiss.
The moon lit its light of jade;
The cicadas sang their song of bliss.
Then, time passed fast and blind;
You went to your studies above
Leaving the purple flowers behind
With such a dreamlike love.
In each letter sent to the old place
You said you still missed this start
With the purple flowers of grace
And this young and true heart.
I have come back each day alone
To see the old flowers obsess
And hear the cicadas groan;
I feel such a vague distress.
I have nurtured ...
In The Wintry Wind
I am writing a poem in the wintry gale.
Where to send it to? There, can you guess?
That rosy-cheeked, the purple-scarf frail?
– No, buddy! It is about my heartfelt distress.
Cold wind blows in that place, this evening
– Homeland in swirl – constant is the rain.
With clayish ground old mom's feet cling;
Palm-leaf hat and coat by the bamboo chain.