Water - Poem by Joan Xie
Water, you flow
with one oxygen two hydrogen
Up, to the peak of my thoughts, the tip
of my tongue, you flow, for the sake of flow,
for the sake of flow of life itself.
You are flowing up, not down, so allow me
to flow with you though I am
neither hydrogen nor oxygen.
A bloomed peony blooming I am,
petal by petal, falling into you，
singing about you, a formidable force,
roaring temper, tendering tendency
And endless perpetual flow.
Had I have any joy, let my joy be small.
Had I have any sorrow, let my sorrow be short.
had I learn any, let my lesson be simple.
Allow me to surrender my fate to you,
Water, be gentle. Be gentle with me
For my blushing soul knows no soulless abyss,
nor the season afterward, for I
recognize only this moment
that spooned by you, cradled by you,
destroyed and absorbed by you.
Water, have me in you, a muffled petal，
the last one, falling from an aromatic peony,
to your flow.
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