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Wednesday, 4 November 2020

Low Voices by Yu Ouyang

If I can see them
They must be able to see me

They are twinkling there, gathering together
Separated by a distant universe

If I can see them
They must be able to see me

They are dancing in the bonfire
Their lengthened shadows leaping in my face

If I can see them
They must be able to see me

The forest cut down neatly
The mountains remaining still

If I can see them
They must be able to see me

When there is only a single light on
The night is ten times as dark

If I can see them
They must be able to see me

Thnings that you are searching for have not been found
But things found have been lost

If I can see them
They must be able to see me

When the moon is shedding its light everywhere
People are asleep

If I can see them
They must be able to see me

Music has invaded the soul
And the wilderness is occupied by passions

If I can see them
They must be able to see me

The entrance is on the left side
But the exit is somehow on the right

If I can see them
They must be able to see me

The listener finds it hard to open his mouth
And the speaker opens his mouth but has nothing to say

If I can see them
They must be able to see me

The rain chases the wind
The spring follows the autumn in close steps

If I can see them
Can they really see me?

From: https://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/ouyang-yu/poems/low-voices-0772067

Date: 2002

By: Yu Ouyang (1955- )