yuren 雨人

Written in the Mid Fall 《中秋作》

Shattering October into fine pieces while sitting on the mouth of wind,
Those planted on the moon have found
A fully rounded way to make all the paths circle into
A curvature in resemblance of the surface of the planet earth,
In the mean time, sky and earth have been slowly falling into sleep.
This is the time for us to open the door, yes, open the door
To watch the perfectly full expression of the moon, and
The stars, squatting on the sky, haughtily reciting poetry.
Oh, those stars, so much like our eyes, innocent,
Fearless, in a form of concern, have become
Completely nebulous, like a yellowish photo.
If no good care being taken, the memories will too
Be carried away by time, the same way, as it has started this month,
The nature, of ups and downs like butterflies, being shown on the tree leaves
On the back alley of this late fall, is being entirely exposed in the stories
Of the full roundness of today and the shattered fine pieces of someday later.

Translated by laoha (X. Mario Li) on 10/2/2004