Chen-ou Liu Poems

starry pond
the pulsing throat
of a frog
...

suddenly awake
to see a sharp sickle
hanging low
in the winter sky...
...

sultry dusk...
the nape of her neck
draws me in
as a streetlamp
...

casting no glances
at me
Time is a hectic traveller -
I've greyed
...

blind date:
her long hair cascading
into the spring night
...

plum blossoms...
I shake off all thoughts
of returning home
...

autumn dusk···
I stir my coffee
anticlockwise
...

Harry's Naked Army!
counting summer stars
through my window
...

cherry blossoms
the moon and I face
each other
...