Walking Alone
You come from all directions
Always alone
You walk toward the opposite of your starting point
Not knowing when you’ll return
Walking alone, from childhood to old age
Then from success to failure
Coming from loneliness, and stepping into one’s own glory
Walking alone, humming
My Venice
I’d like to fill my hands
Of your lighter face,
Tie your splendid moons to my wrists
– Ah the beautiful, reflected moons
In the silent becoming -.
I would like to seal in the touch
– And in the lightning, in the tweak –
Waters, petals and birds,
Bending them into spikes
In
In childhood
When we had high fevers
We’d lie in Mother’s arms
Hearing her whisper
“Child, Mama is here with you.”
Ma Zhiyao, a distinguished Professor and Poet from China, shares his poetry
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My eyes can also see
The green hills
Such a scene lights up
My homesick heart.
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