Chen-ou Liu Poems

lingering smell
of this snowy loneliness...
my night without you
punctuated by the sounds
...

my nephew
doesn't let me hold his hand
first day of spring
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roadside puddle
a street dog
licks the winter moon
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a dried lotus leaf
in Tibetan Book of the Dead...
winter dusk
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New Year's morning
on The Metamorphosis
slanted sunlight
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an empty seashell...
the mid-autumn moon
above the Pacific
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alone by the pond
my yellow stream goes farther
to touch the moon
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Amazing Grace
drowning in traffic noise...
bright sky silhouettes
the evangelist's profile
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emasculated
by her 'ABC, follow me'
the first time
he shouts out
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