Snow
Snow
Sunny X-Y. Guan
Feb. 1, 1996
Snow snows the soil,
Air is fastened,
Earth is tightened,
Maples, mansions and man –
Are frozen.
Snows slow the speed,
Traffic is jammed
World is de-charmed,
Ideas, ideals and idols –
Are distorted.
Oh, ice!
You freeze faces of fields,
You deaden dens of deer’s;
So far you hurry from
Arctic, for what,
And make his area (n)ice?
Oh, Wind!
You twist twigs of trees,
You strip stretches of streets;
So piercingly you threaten us
With no sympathy conveyed –
But a roar of curse?
Greens are gone,
Left – a gloomy, grievous ground,
Depressed, deprived, and deserted.
Colors are erased,
Remain – a withered, whitened woe,
Blunt, blank and bleached.
Oh, Lord!
What a merciless mission you mistake-
And nude nature nihilistically naked!
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