Poems for Parting
1
So slender and so graceful
not much more than thirteen
the tip of a cardamom branch in spring
just about to bud
ten miles down the Yangzhou road
and the spring winds were blowing
lots of women since, bead curtains lifting,
but never like that again.
2
Too much love
somehow became
no love at all
over this farewell bottle
we can't manage
even a friendly smile
only the candle
seems to be able
to generate some feeling
all night
it weeps
little wax tears.