Post by Changming Yuan on Sept 21, 2007 19:40:52 GMT -5
As an ancient Chinese saying goes
Crows everywhere are equally black
But this one in the backyard of my heart
Is as white as a summer cloud
I have fed him with fog and frost
Until his feathers, his flesh
His calls and even his spirit
All turn into white like winter washed
My crow’s wings will never melt
Even when flying close to the sun
First appeared in Brittle Star, 16 (2007): 5.