酷我-北美枫

[anna]

Somehow it tells story
Of the past,
reminding me of memories
beyond words.
I follow its moonlit path
Without worry of getting lost.

I can see myself
reflecting light from your pupils,
and drops rolling over
your face

The wind blows in and out,
but I cannot make a sound,
no matter how the tides rise
and recede.
I lie on the remote beach,
Like an empty shell,
taking in all the sounds
until the music dies out inside.
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

Somehow it tells story
Of the past,
reminding me of memories
beyond words.
I follow its moonlit path
Without worry of getting lost.

I can see myself
reflecting light from your pupils,
and drops rolling over
your face

The wind blows in and out,
but I cannot make a sound,
no matter how the tides rise
and recede.
I lie on the remote beach,
Like an empty shell,
taking in all the sounds
until the music dies out inside.
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[anna]

In the Party Searching For Home

After pancakes, he offers wines.
A crew of us tick our glasses and cheer.
Words bubble,
Words bounce,
Words drift back home.
They debate the process of making better wine,
the taste of sour, sweet or bitter dry.
Tongues slip into the hidden memory,
each tells one’s aged tragedy,
I bite my lips trying reflecting
my ancestors,
but very little comes out
as if they have never existed.

So here at this moment,
I have little to offer, nothing to share.
my parents kept the past within themselves,
I was granted an intact silence.

I swallow the cherry wine,
sweet, sweet and sweet; yet
the images of
my father’s sad eyes,
my mother’s crossed fingers
loom.

But I cannot fool myself
that I am over-drunk.
Like pushing snow ashes aside,
I shove my pain.
I ponder on miles to drive back
and riders with me,
those who kept telling me
on our way here,
too sad without friends around,
too bad far away from home.

Now among friends sipping wines,
I watch them find home.
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

In the Party Searching For Home

After pancakes, he offers wines.
A crew of us tick our glasses and cheer.
Words bubble,
Words bounce,
Words drift back home.
They debate the process of making better wine,
the taste of sour, sweet or bitter dry.
Tongues slip into the hidden memory,
each tells one’s aged tragedy,
I bite my lips trying reflecting
my ancestors,
but very little comes out
as if they have never existed.

So here at this moment,
I have little to offer, nothing to share.
my parents kept the past within themselves,
I was granted an intact silence.

I swallow the cherry wine,
sweet, sweet and sweet; yet
the images of
my father’s sad eyes,
my mother’s crossed fingers
loom.

But I cannot fool myself
that I am over-drunk.
Like pushing snow ashes aside,
I shove my pain.
I ponder on miles to drive back
and riders with me,
those who kept telling me
on our way here,
too sad without friends around,
too bad far away from home.

Now among friends sipping wines,
I watch them find home.
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com