Poems for Parting


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.


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.