Chen-ou Liu Poems

To me, love itself is but a memory. A heartbroken man is not just someone who has lost his love; he is someone who can't find another, who no longer knows what real love means. A heartbroken man re-invents love with what's left of it each time.

after sending her
one poem after another
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poppies bloom
among the rows of crosses
a fleeting cloud
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Her bruised face...
folding
an origami swan
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wedding night
the winter moonlight
on their beds
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holding
winter moonlight in my hand
length of the night
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[North] American literature has always been immigrant.
- Salman Rushdie
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first sunrise
a thin layer of dust
on my good-luck stone
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blood-red earth
pattering on his coffin
winter rain
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autumn twilight
an old dog sits by the grave
overgrown with ivy
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Christmas snow
'can angels dance
on a pinhead? '
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