A colorful hanging chart with no lines.
A pure algebra problem with no solution.
A one-string harp, stirring rosaries
that hang from dripping eaves.
A pair of oars that can never reach
the other side of the ocean.
Waiting silently like a bud.
Gazing at a distance like a setting sun.
Perhaps an ocean is hidden somewhere,
but when it flows out–only two tears.
O in the background of a heart,
in the deep well of a soul.
translated by Chou Ping
Remarkable poetry.. Oh! just brilliant!
Yes, I agree. Glad you liked it.
🙂 Thanks for sharing it!
You are most welcome.
Incredibly beautiful!!
Yes, it is. So glad you think so, too.
Such a lovely poem and translation. Thanks for sharing it.
I’m glad you liked it. She’s a wonderful poet.