Modern poems about things

A Star for the Dusk

Gomel

The star at dusk rises from the earth and sea

I stand at the end of the night

I see the dusk like a snow-white nude

I am the only shining star in the sky

At this difficult time

I seem to see another kind of human yesterday

Three. It's the daughter of the night's bed sheet.

I'm the boundless darkness in my life.

At this last moment, I can dream of

this barren land, the last seed

this drooping time, the last voice

this world,

the last thing, the star at dusk.

Farewell to Cambridge.

I gently waved and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;

the colourful shadows in the waves are rippling in my heart.

the green grass on the soft mud is oily and swaying at the bottom of the water;

In the gentle waves of the Kanghe River, I am willing to be an aquatic plant!

that pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring,

it is a rainbow in the sky crushed among floating algae,

a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.

dreaming?

Support a long pole and wander to greener grass.

Load a boat full of starlight and sing songs in the splendor of starlight.

but I can't play songs, and silence is a farewell flute;

Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.

I left quietly, just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.