A Praise Of April Days Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

O April days thou art, to mine eye,
The twinkle of stars, and gleam of light,
Like rootless sorrow, of hazy drizzles slight.

Young flowers thou art, on April's bough,
The buds with hopes coy, curled thin and tight,
A-dancing, a-swaying, on the stage right;

Swift swallows, waves of mist, and scholars bright,
Weep willows, gilded boats, and vines wisteria—,
Full of charm, a classic of the Season's height.

A fragrant dream thou art, a flower-and-leaf plight,
The Yellow, purple and red, a palette, tipsy quite,
Of bloom and melancholy, ever slow to dry.

An aria thou art, floating lyrics alight,
That linger in my heart-a fancy, a dream,
To seek and search. Thou art April's delight!

Dec.12,2014. Modeled after a famous Chinese poem by Phillis Lin(Lin Huiyin) .

人间四月天

我说你是人间的四月天
浮动的流光里 星点的闪；轻愁
像江南的烟雨，点缀着薄怨

你是四月枝头上初萌的娇花
芽苞里装满浅浅的期盼，怯怯
轻舞，摇曳，在华丽的帷幕前

飞燕，青衫，烟波，画船
紫藤花的蔓，弱柳袅娜的垂牵
妩媚里，编织着季节的经典

你是梦里的馨香，花浓翠浅
淡黄，嫣红，画板上的轻醉
芳妍时空里，将惆怅慢慢风干

你是一曲一曲的咏叹，是轻歌
在心田里萦悬，- -你是梦，是幻
是寻觅，你是人间的四月天！