Brent Yan Poems

A bedroom enjoys clouds out of the window
A pair of limpid eyes drenched in sorrow
Once I was a wisp of wind drifting away
Not knowing you would not there stay
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It is the Thin Cloud
Hu Shi

It is the thin cloud
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by Xia Zemin


All the flowers are so bright
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To cut a hundred years
Into two parts with reason
One part mocking at the meaning of the moonlight
The other bleeding for the transience of the moonlight
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So lovesick for you. Hurriedly
I jam as much as I could in my brain
Kant, Freud, Foucault…
But they are too stiff, and chiseled
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You're above ice and I'm under
Spring is so powerful
That we melt each other
My perfume, my make-up and my delicacy
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