Wang Qian

Freshman - 601 Points (Xi'an)

The Rose-Child - Poem by Wang Qian

Born in that summer blood,
Riding on a red horse across the hurry flood
That would bury certain
And make time gain fast,
Resting no pace for reviewing the past.

Riots of precocious seeds,
Growing like crazy in a wild case,
Pink marching, Red invading, Vermilion slaughtering
As Scarlet dying
On the battlefield of early youth,
Who will take the tale-like oath?

Some say heartless and hurtless
Is the Rose-child.
Who is he,
Who is she,
Nature tells.

It's a lion wearing the bright moonlight
Around the proud neck?
Or a serpent hissing foggy words
On your side back?

It's a secret undestroyed
A fate undestined
A love unspoiled
A dream unveiled.

Outside the transparent skin
Lively wraps the heating lungs within,
A small rose strengthening
So fair and so keen.

Comments about The Rose-Child by Wang Qian

  • Arianne Owens (6/18/2012 11:00:00 PM)

    Very nice, I really liked it. (Report) Reply

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (4/14/2012 7:36:00 AM)

    beautiful poem.

    beautiful poem.wording and flow is nice.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 8, 2012

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