remember...
the spring buds inched
profusely on the whole tree
and now they inch
through the memory
to take the soul to
a different height
a great time machine
that brings back the scent
the warmth and the love
the garden breathes delight,
tender rapture and joy
remember....
the dizzying summer songs
on Taipei street
the cicadas' infatuation with
the the city uninhibited
a few weeks each year
to swear their love to each other
before everything is committed
to memory, taken by the trees
and earth, as the sun promises
to bring them back next year
if you care to come back
to the city for another session
of passionate steamy love songs
remember....
the autumn rain and the persimmons
10 for only a dollar
when everything began to slow down
while nature offered its sweet fruits
for us to rest with pleasure
the poets penned a thousand things
of their heart as the trees turned
yellow, red, brown before
performing their last dance
in the winds for our pleasure
remember...
when everything turned so cold
we had to bundle ourselves up
with a thick warmth
even then the thirst of love
laid naked through the eyes
as bare as the white of snow
that swirls to take us off our feet
two conduits of emotions
no season could take away
spring, summer, autumn or winter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem