Modern Poetry: Autumn Sickness

Allow autumn to have flaws

Before the uncertain five-flavor bottle is overturned

You can wear black robes like a young priest< /p>

Recite the joys, sorrows and joys of the world.

You can twist a berry out from the deepest part of the bush

and soak it in the wine

; or, with a posture like a nightingale, elegantly

pick up the herbal-colored berries. Dawn

Autumn, suffering from slight melancholy

The leaves will spin in the wind

The pigeon whistle blows high in the sky

Therefore there is depression My soul is stained with patina

Has bright pupils

Filled with waiting

I accept

Those desires that are clearly still alive< /p>

Sharp-edged and tireless

Now, when faced with a glass of water or a bowl of medicine

, you must drink it

In middle age At this critical moment

Drilling another hole may be a mistake

It is a crazy combination of strong acid

Irrational sin and redemption

Those abandoned butterflies and grasslands

Also allowing them to sleep forever

And forgive my obsessive-compulsive disorder

Putting on a new moon

Forgive chasing the green of the tree

Getting healthier