Expressing My Grief
When entering her bedroom,
I inhale sadness.
I climb behind her phoenix bed-curtains,
Yet they hang to no avail.
The romance of the spring breeze and autumn moon all ends here.
Summer days and winter nights spent with her will never come again.
— Qianlong Emperor (1711-1799) expressing his grief over the death of his beloved wife, Empress Xiaoxianchun (1712-1748)
I bloom when the world goes quiet
When the streets sleep and the wind softens.
By morning, I am gone.
Not plucked, not taken, I simply let go.
You won’t find me shining
On branches at sunrise
But scattered on the ground
Like fallen stars.
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Note: I was unsuccessful in finding the author of this poem, to give credit. The poem is not mine.
The yellow door holds
Its secrets dear, yet beckons
To each passerby
Find them anywhere
And everywhere, little
Libraries to share
Nothing to see here
Just a pile of pipes, sitting
Alone, forgotten
