Plum blossoms
open on the silk fan
Snowflakes
fall on the flowers
In the snow
There's a man of homecoming
at midnight alone
Who are you?
When you turn round
The silk fan closed
Hi Cigeng, Lovely poem. When I read your beautiful poem, I just remember the heroin in one of the old Japanese movie in kimono always with a little silk fan. I had watched this movie as a kid, and dont remember more details.... But, I think, it has something to do with the Zen philosophy. Thank you for this great one...And, The Silk Fan Closed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is so evocative but does not explain its context. It's very tender and even delicate but contains an inner strength of meaning. It has a homecoming which should be cause for a party but immediately the honored guest has returned to the open road. This is a poem about the lasting MYSTERY OF THINGS.