The Falling Beauty Poem by Cigeng Zhang
The Falling Beauty
What will you think of
when you feel sad?
withered petals
cold rains, and
wild hawthorns
that drop onto the ground
but no one picks them up
on the forgotten slope
Why always connecting in mind
the faded scene, like autumn
actually, autumn's sorrows
might not be so decadent or bad
the leaves spin into your arms
then it reminds you of butterflies
yes, dancing butterflies
the last dance is the butterfly!
Deep rooted and intellectual write. Your style and sensibility is ascending the top. Thanks for sharing. +10.
What a perfect poem, Cigeng. I recognize your style of poetry and your sensibility in it, but this particular poem contains the fullest expression of your style and sensibility. The poem hovers over several moods - wistful, tender, sad, surprised - but never settles into any one. That gives the poem timeless quality and makes it impact fresh and immediate everytime it's read. Reading it is a rich emotional experience of the wholeness of our emotional lives. And I just have to especially applaud the last four lines, which are superb. I love what you did with the BUTTERFLY as a real creature and a symbol. I have two friends - Robert and Sonja - who nurture Monarch Butterflies in their home and then release them into freedom. I'm giving them a copy of your poem this Sunday when I have breakfast with them! Great title too - it first appears to be sad, then we realize NO, it's affirmative!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 12:14:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That was stunningly beautiful. I love reading poems about leaves and you've done something special with them here. In a way, the structure of your writing reminded me of tanka...you started out presenting some bits of nature...abandoned flowers, cold rain, and wild hawthorns....but then you reminded us in the second stanza how the wind lifts (not these things, but) not....not lifts, but spins! the leaves into your arms....reminiscent of DNA...of all life...and this reminds you of butterflies....a metamorphosis...glorious! :) Beauty falls and is reborn.