Perdita Young (Hanna Wang) Poems

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.
...

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,
...

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

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
thank
my lucky stars
for placing me
...

I write poems and awkward feel
When friends hint or ask about
The men I drew in spite of flout,
About how much I from them conceal.
...

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.
...

mò méi
墨 梅 （王冕）

wú jiā xǐ yàn chí tóu shù
...

The sakura falls
a flock of tiny butterflies
downward to their
damp, fertile bed soft
...

At the waiting hall, across the bars
of vision and railings cold
she saw a limpid pond
in his cool eyes,
...