Perdita Young (Hanna Wang) Poems

On this day for commemorating, few forget the tears,
the heart-broken moments, when the dear ones left
for the other world, in spite of love, in spite of all...
They have to go, back to the dust,
...

The green grass grows, 'tis scenery everywhere,
Underneath are soldiers fallen century's fertilizer.
The gallant heroes of bygone days now mere clay,
No names carved, and long blown far and away.
...

A heart seeks for another heart
that palpitates the way same,
while Change comes as an intruder
deeming Love one of its game…
...

It's rare to have the moments dear,
to sit on sofa with the grapes,
to walk the rooms with songs to hear,
and leave the work undone in heaps;
...

The lingering cold
Of early spring,
By what woe delayed?
The heart is on wing!
...

Tune: "Sand of Silk-Washing Stream"

The floral scent and breezy spring half fill the sleeves,
And curtain inlaid by moonlight, a dream it weaves.
...

No dramatic opening of the day,
no radiation of signs gold,
though lamp-lights and stars
the windows still hold
...

I
thank
my lucky stars
for placing me
...

Is that you, who sent me the gifts
On a day when one cannot well refuse?
The heart-warming practice
Seems to cover, cover everything
...

I read you as I read a poem,
Though untold, subtle and sublime,
Through the maze built of words,
A clue for me, to your leafy dome.
...