Willows are green, green and the river water flat.
I hear a man on the river singing me songs
and see sun on my east, rain to my west.
The sun is shying off, but I feel his shine.
translated by Tony Barnstone and Chou Ping
Month: March 2021
using a line from Xue Tao: this old heart
there is a memory
that tugs at a feeling
of waves crashing
against rocks
and a remote moon
sending shivers
along my spine
as I watch you turn
suspended in time
just like this old heart
of mine
A Spring in Autumn by Xue Tao
Behind a ribbon of evening mist, a chill sky distills,
and a melody of far waterfalls like ten silk strings
comes to my pillow to tug feelings,
keeping me sleepless in sorrow past midnight.
translated by Tony Barnstone & Chou Ping
from Spring Gazing (Four Poems) Poem 1 by Xue Tao
Flowers blooom but we can’t share them.
Flowers fall and we can’t share our sadness.
If you need to find when I miss you most:
when the flowers bloom and when they fall.
translated by Tony Barnstone & Chou Ping
Leonard Durso 