Poet-Xi Murong

i have been looking for English version of her poems for a while. no much luck.
my favorite poet since 16 years old... remains my favorite until now... her words are simple and clean, and always touch my sadness in a deepest way....i hope i still can feel when read her poems when i become very very old.

the deepest pureness part of my heart, may it never changes.

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A Blossom Tree
by Xi Murong

How can we chance upon each other
At my most beautiful moment?
For this scene, I've begged Buddha, 500 years non-stopping,
For the fate we can be interweaving.
Buddha hence changes me into a tree,
Standing by a road you'll be passing,
Blossoming, discreetly, under the sun
Every flower is my previous life's yearning.
When you trek near, listen carefully:
The trembling leaves are my longing passion.
But you pass; you pass carelessly, Leave,
Behind you, the tree that's shedding.
Dear, the shedding are not petals at all,
But my heart, my withered heart, crying.

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no worry, no fear, like a summer lotus in full bloom.