I hope my wall
Fully hung with your pictures
Each expression on your face
is my memory clearly on you
from time to time -
I want to have such a wall
Filled with your images
No fancy decoration
Only the peony cloud
Embedded as a frame
Add a picture day by day
On the wall, you showed
from different angles
Happy or sad, perhaps
You didn't look at my eyes
But I know you're looking
for the way back home
I am just under the wall
So close so close so close
I feel my heart is pounding
Constantly to print your film
… your films … on my wall …
I am Just under the wall so close so close so close I feel my heart is pounding Constantly to print your film - -Your films.....on my walls.- - -the lines so beautifully crafted with repetition of words to convey strong desire to be united with the object of love.A marvelous piece of poem .
But I know you're looking for the way back home I am just under the wall Could you please explain what you meant in these lines.. It feels like you meant some deeper emotions.
Wonderful poem and a great read. Really liked the imagery that you make with your words it's amazing how much love can create and inspire the best poets.
I just read this and a couple of your other poems. There is a sweet sound in every line, with a personal voice that couldn't be mistaken for anyone else's voice. I'm not sure how you do it, because everything you say is simple, and it doesn't seem that you polished it again and again. When I contrast your lines with mine, I feel mine are sometimes overwrought and over-intellectualized, so there is something to learn from you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem displays an urgency which is so vivid I can feel the impatience of the poet inside myself. I too would want to collapse the distance and time separating me from the person who inspires such a rush of wonderful feelings. And they are wonderful - despite the frustration of being apart. I like the double tone of your poem, that is, the wall of pictures takes care, patience, time to do. But running parallel to these emotions is the wild desire for reunion. The tension between calm waiting and impatient waiting is remarkable. I can especially appreciate this poem because it voices my view of things as well.