Morningside Poem by Jone Guo

The birches open their eyelids

Like a new page of the calendar
The light of life awakens
On the window-panes

Wild daisies, miniature of the sun
Sprouting from the soil
Are commemorating the glory of their past
The wind is on—its sound
Is the sound from the growing trees

The Knight of Time
Now is on the horseback of the road
The road sign, his sword engraved with a name

The river runs peacefully
It has carried the night afar
And announces the arrivals
Of these cloud-white sails



Jin Zhong 2000