A Poem By Xi Murong: At The Ferry

Just before the New Year’s Day, a blog friend asked me to help her revise a poem by Xi Murong, a famous Taiwan writer.  Instead of correcting hers, I managed to redo it myself.  I’d say I was really reluctant to do it as it would be a hard nut for me to crack–I am not good at it at all.  However, I finally did it just as a reply to my friend–a quite late reply already!

I’d  like to put it here so that you buddies may give me some suggestions and comments and I can improve it.  The timid student is anxiously waiting for the precious  comments from you!

 

At The Ferry                                                                        By Xi Murong

With a handshake I farewell to you

Gently withdrawing my hand,

I know you’ve been rooted in my mind.

Drifting clouds, bright sun,

Mountains and rivers appear so mild and grand.

With a handshake I farewell to you,

Gently withdrawing my hand,

I know time has come to a halt,

And river of warm tears has surged over me. 

With a helpless gaze,

Hard to find a flower waving you goodbye,

I just pinned my blessings at your bosom,

Tomorrow, again we’ll be far apart….

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