The spring has no festival no wizard
no whiteness is there to baptize anybody or to welcome the brides
no they were here they were here before
in the park where we played last February
a mysterious snowman a flower petal committing suicide
footprints belonging to a neighbor ruins vanishing into thin air
yet I can’t quite see
the spring breeze suddenly arriving overnight while pear flowers bloom
I have lost that language and that old sadness
the darkness is not spread out across the land.
From: https://www.asymptotejournal.com/poetry/yu-jian-three-poems-on-the-pandemic/
Date: 2020 (original in Chinese); 2020 (translation in English)
By: Yu Jian (1954- )
Translated by: Shuyu Guo (19??- )