Chinese New Year's Eve In Hangzhou Poem by Raymond Farrell
Chinese New Year's Eve In Hangzhou
Today
As I sit
Under the locust tree
I recall that yesterday
My evening walk
Took me past shuttered stores
On desolate streets
Which the day before teemed with people
Were nearly empty
Here and there, a straggler only
And in the distance
The constant din of fireworks
It's their New Year, not mine
Within, I feel
A strange mixture of loneliness and melancholy
Well up
No longer held at bay
By the hustle and bustle
Of the distracting crowds
Now off celebrating their New Year.
A lovely poem with an interesting Chinese touch to it- a scene introduced and an emotion that it evoked.
To be so completely surrounded by something, and yet not having that sense of belonging. This is a fantastic poem...A 10
Thank you for your comment. I am glad you grasped what I was driving at.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/6/2024 5:27:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well because you are an outsider...A strange mixture of loneliness and melancholy...wonder why... ;)
I made it clear why It's their New Year not mine which makes the emotions understandable under the circumstances.