黄楝

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Ancient Lady

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When daffodils await in tranquil posture

Their prime time of charming bloom

A lady attired in pink can't imagine

Who's able to escape being trembled

By the caroling lyres and then flickered

Into a fit of dizziness

A decorated pleasure-boat remains still

Solidifying numerous past morns & eves

When your heart's undulating

With flooding poetic inspirations

Where are your poems

Do you still write them down

When you can't fall asleep being perplexed by

The chanting of your lovesickness

At the dead of the night

Or your hand stiffened by your indifference

Can hardly hold your lyric quill

Handled in the past with skill

Your only choice left is to

Sink into a trance facing the anthology

Of your past poems

Where are your poems I love to read them

And I love to be sacrificed to an eternal myth

By your charming caroling

Which drifts my dream bark to a reclusive isle

And paints for me your many portraits

Especially. those of your maiden time

Especially those resembling exactly the ladies I loved

But on a broken bridge

You tell me that you are awaiting

(your dazzling beauty & serious expression

suggests its resemblance to a fossilized

colorful butterfly)

A man who made you so wan and old

Certainly it is not me

'cause you are just a boy you said

Don't try to convince me that

You know exactly the feeling of a rose

When it comes into bloom and when it withers

And when it expects to bud again you said

Then you are as reticent

as the time separating you and me

But I still linger at the riverside

That cuts off the stretch of green oasis

Praying for your getting to know me

born a thousand years later

In your fancy world of poems & dreams