/ Hibiscus, Two Poems
I.
A swallow’s form is damaged by the strength of the wind.
On the cloves, patterns of accumulating dew.
Fresh crimson, intermingled.
To weep, to smile, the two are indistinguishable.
If only there were no sister inside the moon,
surrounded by clouds, a master.
Three pure spheres and immortal islands.
What is the reason for your exile?
II.
At Pearl Lodge blazing fragrance lingers.
After combing, brushing, jade rooms.
A burning orchid serves as a candle.
Gathered brocade never becoming text.
What by nature is gracefully remote,
transforms to bitterness with distant gazing.
I turn my head. I ask the winnowing gleam.
The winnowing gleam grows hollow.
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