A potato poem inspired by today's morning walk

After the rain,
My breath trembled
To tread upon the early fallen
Of my neighbour's jacaranda blossoms

My fancy tripped
And I found myself
Trespassing a monastry of silenced bells
As every blossom
Transformed into a sweet
Young monk

Each in sleek lilac robe
One leaning by the ruined walls
Calling to the birds for a song
A few prancing, holding long habits
Some walking with shoulders humbly bent
Looking toward grounds invisible

But most were sitting in lotus posture
Meditating on spring,
Ignoring my sighs.


(Dear friends, if you happen to see a jacaranda tree in blossom, stop for a second and have a look at the fallen ones on the ground, esp. if it is after a spring rain. You shall see what a realistic poem this is as much as it is a fanciful one. We call it "Exam Blossom"（考试花）here in Australia, since all the students are slaving away preparing for their final exams before the long Christmas holidaying.

Enjoy the blossoms and good luck to all bilingual monks and nuns!)

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  • The traditional form of your translation is just what I hoped for, much better than my poem deserves. Sincere thanks! - tian xin 19991031234908

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The traditional form of your translation is just what I hoped for, much better than my poem deserves. Sincere thanks!