Poems for Parting

1


So slender and so graceful
not much more than thirteen


the tip of a cardamom branch in spring
just about to bud


ten miles down the Yangzhou road
and the spring winds were blowing


lots of women since, bead curtains lifting,
but never like that again.


2


Too much love
somehow became
no love at all


over this farewell bottle
we can't manage
even a friendly smile


only the candle
seems to be able
to generate some feeling


all night
it weeps
little wax tears.