Poems by Yuan Changming

Not really the rainTapping it aloudLike sparrows’ beaksBut all the starsFrom the outer spaceSplashing downInto a Bai Juyi’sPlate for the

With their most tender touches, snowflakesHave painted the whole night whiteIncluding the darkest corner in sight Even within a forgotten

As classic Chinese suggests, we canReasonably attain linguistic equalityIn English as long as we all agreeTo use I, still for