Late Bloom(Bilingual) Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

Beside the withered grass, in cold mist,
When crickets start to mourn for their fate,
A cluster of small yellow flowers
Are in full bloom, well grace the spot…

O flowers that brave the hoar and frost,
Why do your bloom at a time so late?
The gazers are indoors at close of day,
And swans have flown south safely away.

Some say you disdain the dusty world
That only prizes the gaudy things,
And knows not that th' barren also bears
The holy touch of His loving hands.

In the rustling rain I skirt the fence,
Where autumn exhales its fragrance;
Should I sample autumn in a vase?
Thus store season in a single spray.

Yet the live blooms I bear not to pluck,
Though in a few days they would all droop.
I wish that they on my verses stuck,
And bode with melodies and the lute.
-
Sept.24,2013.


迟开的花

枯草冷雾中，寒蛩徒悲鸣，
一簇小黄花，盛放雅凄景。

霜寒侵万物，花开为第迟？
观者暮色远，鸿飞影踪无。

人言卿傲世，厌其贵浮华，
岂知贫瘠处，圣手向不弃。

绕篱簌簌雨，清馨何袅袅。
或可剪素枝，囊秋于一瓶？

惜花不忍折，任其慢萎垂。
唯愿坠诗帖，仙乐伴瑶琴。

-诗寄流水No.14