Chen-ou Liu Poems

to be her age
again, surrounded
by that blue mist
my tanka acts like
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holding his baby
up to the winter sky
gambling addict
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the cold moon...
I want to touch her
into words
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Cathedral music
in an autumn afternoon
the air grows thin
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an empty chair
at the Nobel ceremony...
thoughts of Tank Man
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'I love you...'
she bites half the chocolate heart
I brought her
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wordless
in my borrowed tongue
plum blossoms
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job hunting...
a yellow leaf drifts
from branch to branch
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