Jun 27, 2024
You believed in your own story, Then climbed inside it – a turquoise flower. You gazed past ailing trees, Past crumbling walls and rusty railings. Your least gesture beckoned a constellation Of wild vetch, grasshoppers, and stars To sweep you into immaculate distances. The heart may be tiny But the world’s enormous. And the people in turn believe – In pine trees after rain, Ten thousand tiny suns, a mulberry branch Bent over water like a fishing-rod, A cloud tangled in the tail of a kite. Shaking off dust, in silver voices Ten thousand memories sing from your dream. The world may be tiny But the heart’s enormous.
—Shu Ting, "Fairy Tales" translated by Donald Finkel
