It’s My Fault Poem by Bing Hua

There aren’t blurring tears
Nor hesitating tones
On the writing paper
Just my fault between all the lines.

It’s my fault
Your passion in a few words
Inspired the frail’s tiding love
But you mailed a two-page letter
To write off my craze for you for so many years

It’s my fault
A pure white flower
Let you squeeze out an icy wind from between your teeth to blow it yellow
And a happy night pigeon
Let the scornful smile at the corner of your mouth still it

After my sharp pains
Your slow self-accusing letter
comes, sparing no ink and words, except compunction
To heap praises on me
Do you want to package your image at the end
Or do you want to seek for forgiveness
Comparing to the frankness of the muddle-headed
I dislike the evasion of scholars

It’s my fault
I’m a hot wind from the equator
But you are an icy snow from the pole
One is ever hot
But the other is ever cold

I live busily to
Breathe in oxygen
And breathe out carbon dioxide
Without stop
So that my heart won’t cool down.


BY Rose Lu(Bing hua) Tr. East Sea Fairy