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It's been an eon
since I last came across you
in my old hometown.
You were most fragrant
from spring to summer.
How I admired you
as a youngster!
It's the season of hibernation again,
and I'm thinking of you.
Thinking~
Perchance,
there'll be a strong cold air mass
or a star war tomorrow,
yet you still keep calm and elegance
in a remote countryside.
Early tomorrow morning,
I'm more willing
to get up even before the sunshine
in this coldest season
when mosquitoes don't fly.
You may ask why?
Because I will scamper to a badminton hall,
and swing my racket like a maul.
I'm so thrilled now
that I can't hit the straw.
After the sweaty exercise
comes the rejuvenating hot shower,
but the best is yet to come.
An all-you-can-eat buffet
is the highlight of the following day
and the joy of my life.
You may well blame me
for this mundane life,
but who's wise enough to reach nirvana?
Don't you ever feel sorrow.
In spite of the fact that
you're a yellow flower of yesterday,
I'll treasure you today and tomorrow
as you're still a bud in May.
Enjoying your poems. :)
I like the phrase yellow flower of yesterday you allude to in this poem (and other poems in the past).
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thanks, Tailor, for your kind comment again. Flower of yesterday is actually our way of expressing a girl having passed her prime because I like it so much that I translate it into English literally.Quote:
Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
Supposing to be immortal
is to live like the living dead endlessly,
and eventually turn into a faded rose petal,
or a withered weeping willow.
Supposing it's frightful to think of tomorrow,
and life is not so much blissful as sorry,
I'd choose to be a morning glory,
smiling gorgeously in the morning
and floating handsomely away in the evening.
On this chilly morning,
again I stepped on the walking path
to the badminton hall on a certain campus.
While wondering why
I didn't feel especially cold,
I became aware of those pine trees
that lined the path
and kept the cold winds away from me.
Then I recalled~
as a boy,
I, more than once, felt pity for them
because I could roam about and see the world
whereas they couldn't.
In a blink of an eye,
decades of years has flown away.
While wondering why
I have to go down this path every day,
I begin to envy them
because they needn't be on the move all the time
to earn a living or to stay healthy.
Is it for real
that you moved to a garden named ideal?
I had meant to present you with
a bunch of yellow roses,
but I didn't have chances.
Fortunately,
it doesn't really matter
because those flowers are meaningless,
compared with your grace and beauty.
Without rhyme or reason,
the rain simply keeps falling tonight
during this dry season,
and it's freezing cold in the middle of the night.
However,
what exactly saddens me
is not the wintry weather
but you that disappeared without a trace.
Treading alone on the way home,
around noontime,
on the walking path
lined with evergreen pines,
all of a sudden,
I woke up to the warm sunshine
that was spreading brightly
over the grass, the trees and my body.
It came to mind that
if you ask me
which I need most in life,
the winter sunshine or you?
Without a doubt,
my answer is of course not the former.
Albeit it can light my way home,
yet without you,
a home is nothing but a house.
Casually catching a glimpse of a swan
flying high and gracefully
with those carefree white clouds
in the blue nostalgic sky,
how I, like an ugly humble toad
on a well trodden road,
wish to be a celestial being
in the likely afterlife!
Suppose
a toad is never tired of earning a living
by snatching
and feeding on mosquitoes
in gloomy miserable ghettos,
why would I complain
about the suffering of a human being
when getting senile and ill?
Supposing to be a celestial being
is to give up numerous things of beauty
in this mundane world,
I think
I'm able to withstand the temptation
of heavenly sweet nectar,
to resist the attractive and seductive looks
of an exuberant peach,
or to stand fast against the allure
of whether Helen or Siren.
But if it means to see you no longer
either in this life or in next life,
I'm willing to be forever a human being.
You my friend are a trooper. And a poet. I have a lot of respect for you.
You have amazing and prolific art. 6 years, relentless. Deep Bow,
Thanks, Jerrybaldy, for your kind words and the feedback. Compared with your sublime and advanced writing, mine is like a schoolboy's doing homework.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jerrybaldy
Thanks, Tony, for your often encouragement. Well actually, writing English poetry is my way of practicing English. Otherwise, I have really few chances of using English.Quote:
Originally Posted by tonywalt
When uncle Sun was still sleepy eyed,
I was treading a walking path
to the badminton hall on a certain campus.
To my amazement,
there were already some ducks swimming deftly
and smoothly in a freezing winter pond.
At first glance,
they were as graceful and happy
as they had been in summertime,
and I really admired them
because I guessed
they were the luckiest ones on earth.
Nonetheless,
the moment when I noticed
they kept putting their heads under the icy water
to catch fish or some minnows,
I thought otherwise.
Thanks to those feathered creatures,
I think
I'm now able to appreciate what little I have
and don't envy what others have.
I may be as poor as a church mouse,
but at least
I'm as free as a breeze.