the sparks
I see sparks, with their gleam comes with thier smile,
and then fells into shadow.......
from familiar to strange, from the moon to the Mars, to the outer
space and time.
I see sparks, with thier evanescent shine, in the inpalpable way pouring my mind with Helicon's fountain, playing the lyre of Apollo.
I see sparks, which convoys the time and line, without the concept as mine.
I see sparks, which enrolls within my mind, come and go,
and go with the widowed thinker standing under the woods,
and go with the harp of heart, the lingering vines,
walking without sparks,
I am nothing but walking shadow,
without warmth and enlightenment,
vacuous and hollow,
and fell in the torrent
of nothingness.
I see sparks, with thier evanescent shine, in the inpalpable way pouring my mind with Helicon's fountain, playing the lyre of Apollo.
I see sparks, which convoys the time and line, without the concept as mine.
I see sparks, which enrolls within my mind, come and go,
and go with the widowed thinker standing under the woods,
and go with the harp of heart, the lingering vines,
walking without sparks,
I am nothing but walking shadow,
without warmth and enlightenment,
vacuous and hollow,
and fell in the torrent
of nothingness.
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Author:
Xu zeyuan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: it means to me like the Tagore's poem: like the meeting of seagulls and waves we meet and come near, the seagulls fly off, the waves roll away, and we depart. in Chinese, the evanescent YUAN
- Category: Spiritual
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