plundered moon
in this season of want
the empty rice bowl
when a bowl is over-flowing we forget the bowl, but it is always there....waiting...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A moon picture in an empty rice bowl. Strong imagery. Reminds me of the excellent Chinese writers who are published in, 'The World Poets Quarterly' 10, for you. Warm regards, Sandra