Three short poems

When I read

By X. Z. Shao

 

When I read

Li Bai’s lines

燕草如碧丝，

秦桑低绿枝，

I feel ashamed

to show my modern Chinese skill.

That’s why I hide myself in English. 

          2015/11/14

 

 

 

 

I walk into the realm of death

and see a spring of lives gush.

By X. Z. Shao

 

我走入死亡领地，

却看到生命涌泉。

 

2015/11/11

 

 

 

 

A group of busy men,

By X. Z. Shao

 

A group of busy men,

were enjoying themselves

by the lake with a tea table

and reclining chairs,

seated, their feet up in the air,

in tune with the yoga music.

They chatted and laughed loudly

about God-know-what

in local southern dialect,

while their cars were standing by

like their obedient butlers.

I guessed that might be

one of their best weekends.

I suddenly realized

how happy I had been as a lake man.

            2015/11/14