haikuwrimo april 2015
i was reading this 冰心’s collection of poem 繁星·春水. (A Myriad of Stars, Spring Waters)
and so it is written that the last page is open for the reader to add to the collection.
a translation of the page:
"A Myriad of Stars, Spring Waters" page 51
are the shreds of shadows of the clouds
just as the fragments of my mind?
but it is hard to write them down in my book of memories.
farewell, my friends!
i have left the last page for you!
Amongst the constellations of bingxin
a squirrel leaps and lurks between the branches and leaves.
furry and fluffy,
fixated on a fence ten meters away
a sack of lazybones which is chewing on a book.