The Passerby Named Strawberry Poem by Wang Qian
The Passerby Named Strawberry
Memories from a dark cell
Cast a glassy shadow on the slim road,
Baby strawberries pop up with heads and grins.
Transforming into papercuts in the wind.
The wasted days revive with exquisite sheens,
The youth blossoms into vermillion,
The Spring is painting with luring rain.
I remember the golden fish is still in the pool,
And pray for living life slow.
Dearest Qiang, As is your custom, it is elegant, refined & very subtle, yet different..The yearnijng for something natural and simple, and yet, dynamic(''transforming, '' ''blossoms'') indicating change. The change is dualistic, , and ait complementary and contradictory at the same time.It touches on the evolution of your womanhood that is being shaped by the times, locale and culture in which you live, work and play.It is representative of a type of cross roads in your life;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/3/2024 4:34:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, . You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.