Farewell, My Friend, Farewell Poem by Anne Yun
Farewell, My Friend, Farewell
My friend in scilence
By locking you in distance
I am writing you this farewell
and wish still, life could treat you well
My pristine love had gone to somewhere
But memories has remained there
And my flowers of darkness
have become your shadow of fragrance
My friend in distance
I am reaching you last time through scilence
And writing you this farewell
Farewell, my friend, farewell
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4/21/2024 11:06:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
My flowers of darkness / have become your shadow of fragrance. - What a gorgeous image! I am touched deeply by it. It is the lingering of your heart over this other person and your gift of last thoughts before distance and time separate you. We know the flower that you hold must wilt, and its fragrance will vanish, and then nothing will connect you. Except the memories you carry within. There is both sadness and courage in your poem, the sadness of parting is deeply felt, but the courage of accepting the inevitable parting is the first emotion of the life that now begins. // Way back in 1915 the American poet Ezra Pound in a thin volume of translations called CATHAY opened our eyes and hearts to Chinese poetry and that began a tradition which is very strong today. At the end of EXILE'S LETTER, Ezra Pound's English version attains heart-breaking but muted intensity: And if you ask how I regret that parting: It is like flowers falling at Spring's end Confused, whirled in a tangle. What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking, There is no end of things in the heart. A friend in high school showed me this poem, and I have carried it within me for over fifty years. Its truth and beauty are as real today as they were all those yesterdays ago.
A wise conclusion - COURAGE IS A MUST - otherwise, sorrow becomes a moral trap: you lose hope and stop even trying to live beyond grief, to pick up the broken pieces of a life and reassemble it. I can sensee one of your future poems in these sentiments and thoughts.
What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking / There is no end of things in the heart. After that parting, the heart start wandering, knowing not where will be the ending, and can only comfort yourself by saying ' This not envy of thy happy lot, but being too happy in thine happiness' Sometimes, sadness is uncontrolable, courage is a must.