but i just feel like sharing my other favourite poems, simple verses which had in some way or other, touched or inspired me. It seems boring, but do read them if you are free=)
《老 马》 臧克家
This poem uses an old tired horse as a metaphor for the ill-fated peasants in 1930s China. How these unfortunate souls could only, like a battered horse, accept whatever fate deals them with, how they have to grudgingly choke on and swallow their woes, how their heads can never be held high under the immense burden of suffering, and how for them…there will be no light at the end of the doomed gloomy tunnel. Beautiful. I remembered putting a melody to 老 马 (and I can still remember the tune) to help me memorize it and if i was in a certain mood, my self-composed ditty could make me tear. Haha, silly i know.
And now for one in English. Written by Daniel Day Lewis’s father, for his other son Sean. I love this poem- it is true, you know, how sometimes love is proved in the letting go. What a gift it must be, to be able to capture the nuances of life, so neatly, in such unembellished language.
Cecil Day Lewis
It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day –
A sunny day with the leaves just turning,
The touch-lines new-ruled – since I watched you play
Your first game of football, then, like a satellite
Wrenched from its orbit, go drifting away
Behind a scatter of boys. I can see
You walking away from me towards the school
With the pathos of a half-fledged thing set free
Into a wilderness, the gait of one
Who finds no path where the path should be.
That hesitant figure, eddying away
Like winged seed loosened from its parent stem,
Has something I never quite grasp to convey
About nature’s give-and-take – the small, the scorching
Ordeals which fire one’s irresolute clay.
I have had worse partings, but none that so
Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly
Saying what God alone could perfectly show –
How selfhood begins with a walking away,
And love is proved in the letting go.