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[anna]

[[星子安娜]]

[anna]

Hesitating

Insomnia is a stopped clock pendulum.
This summer night, I do not call your name.
My eyes are full of thorns,
floating above a nameless river.

Whose sleeves are scattered in the scrub?
Blue moonlight, spilled seasons.
My hands hold a silver mirror,
a long reflection.

A copper coin bouncing into the air,
Lost in the dark, I search for
your mask, a bird startled.

Wings sweep my lips,
reveal a word
and a name,
quivering.
_________________
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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]]

Hesitating

Insomnia is a stopped clock pendulum.
This summer night, I do not call your name.
My eyes are full of thorns,
floating above a nameless river.

Whose sleeves are scattered in the scrub?
Blue moonlight, spilled seasons.
My hands hold a silver mirror,
a long reflection.

A copper coin bouncing into the air,
Lost in the dark, I search for
your mask, a bird startled.

Wings sweep my lips,
reveal a word
and a name,
quivering.
_________________
---------------------

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]

Messenger

Witnessing the last bird flying away,
the phoenix tree no longer
gathers its sparse branches.
Curling up under it,
you look like a white cocoon.

The autumn frost coats our enormous land,
baring with indifference.
Her abundant fruits have been swept away,
hibernation climbs up naked mountain ranges,
waiting to drape your skin white.

You enter a white house.
White smoke lingers among
white lattices.

A snowman stands still.
In your white dream,
a white bird perches.
_________________
---------------------

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]]

Messenger

Witnessing the last bird flying away,
the phoenix tree no longer
gathers its sparse branches.
Curling up under it,
you look like a white cocoon.

The autumn frost coats our enormous land,
baring with indifference.
Her abundant fruits have been swept away,
hibernation climbs up naked mountain ranges,
waiting to drape your skin white.

You enter a white house.
White smoke lingers among
white lattices.

A snowman stands still.
In your white dream,
a white bird perches.
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

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

http://annapoetry.com