After Reading Ted Hughes'
I wrote this poem years ago. World Poetry selected it as a gift poem for the Peace project and the founder Ariadne Sawyer told me that it saved a lady’s life. this poem also won the Poem-A-Day contest in public libraries of Cambridge, Ontario in 2010
After Reading Ted Hughes' "Full Moon and Little Frieda"
I fall in love with you, Moon,
seeing you step back like a timid artist.
Listening to the night,
you come out, a pail lifted.
Moon, they are gone.
They left you watching over the river.
How many years since?
And you watch the small village
becoming a floating island.
Among rows of windows,
the night flows, and I’m wide awake.
How much I want to imitate Li Po,
dancing with his white sleeves,
a humming from his burning heart ,
night after night inviting you for a drink!
The wine never drained,
yet he drowned in the silver river.
Moon, lift your bucket,
come out once more.
I won't make a sound.
from my book "Wings Toward Sunlight" (Mosaic Press 2011)