When I drove passing a small street
Today
I saw fallen leaves drifting profusely, like rain
Then I realized, and saw
They were all very sad
Having been used to a lush life
Aloft the green trees
They really don't want to come down
Outside of my glass window, one after another leaves sweep past
I don't know why my eyes rain a flood of tears
And in no time at the corners of my mouth something salty and bitter appears
Each leave has to experience up and down
No one is particular enough to shun
Today's distress is that
They don't fall in autumn in which they are due to fall
But in the heat of this summer day
Oh, to these poor leaves' young fatality
A poem I present
But unexpectedly
My very self turn out to be the recipient
By Rose Lu(Binghua) Tr. East Sea Fairy
This is a profound poem of metaphors with the fallen leaves in mid June. Early departure from life.
i like how you went out of the box to bring this amazing and uneque piece of poetry.bravo! !
Sina, Thanks so much for your comment and interpretation. I was moved by you. You are a sisiter of this poem. you deeply know my feeling when I wrote these lines. Can I post it in other website to sharing with more readers. Please let me know. Thanks in advance. Rose Lu
Hi. Wow. Woooooooow! This is an excellent poem. Here's my interpretation: 1. Leaves are humans. They are used to life on earth and forget their mortality. 2. We should always consider that we will fall down a day (exactly like the leaves of a tree!) 3. It really is a sad feeling to lose those people who were around us. And yes we weep for them. 4. Death comes very suddenly! And shocks us! We think we will die in old age (in autumn) but we might die today! In a summer day. This was fantastic. I have a poem about death Dears Die. You might like it. Really thanks a lot for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outside of my glass window, one after another leaves sweep past I don't know why my eyes rain a flood of tears And in no time at the corners of my mouth something salty and bitter appears.. comparing the fallen leaves and seeing it in relationship with the life that we all experiences makes this a great poem. tony