stand at the silver sparrow pavilion
gaze into the distant horizon
someone starts moving toward
me …? through my freezing land
pocket stuffed with something hot
sweet sweet taros in his chest!
delicious like the jujube honey
of my September Granny
the love of food the love of friends the love of relatives
This begins with a very specific act of attention: you are standing very still in the silver sparrow pavillon, with your mind focused on the distance. Thus prepared, you witness a kind of slow motion miracle as someone you hope to meet walks toward you. What will happen next? Will a prayer be answered? A hope fulfilled? I am confident it will be joyful. The stillness, the readiness, the atmosphere of joy = further joy, for sure! !
Really beautiful poem, so full of imagery and the silver sparrow pavilion sounds wonderful.
A beautiful piece, it takes the reader to a wintry view in an exotic place - the silver sparrow pavilion. Love the vivid imagery and the feeling of warmness against the winter cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
'stand at the silver sparrow pavilion gaze into the distant horizon' so much lies within the gaze beauty of the distant horizon, all the seasons flow in cloaks of colours weather time changing, in the horizon of our lives distance stretching in sight before us, flows in time shaping experiences into personality shaping past