The Rose-Child Poem by Wang Qian

The Rose-Child



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 OF THE POEM
Arianne Owens 18 June 2012

Very nice, I really liked it.

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Anil Kumar Panda 14 April 2012

beautiful poem. beautiful poem.wording and flow is nice.

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