Sunday, October 05, 2014

Stock Pots

Sentiments Upon Gazing at Chrysanthemum

Yellow chrysanthemum transplanted to the western fence.1
When the season comes to autumn, all alike bloom.
People only admire the pretty flowers,
Who can understand the suffering and sadness in the flower's heart?2
I originally came from good and lovely southern stock.
Cannot return home, planted by the will of others.
Think about years ago, grass from the same root.3
Two streams of tears already cover my cheeks.




1 Typically, the eastern fence symbolizes chrysanthemum. My mom and I think she is alluding to being in America.
2 As Chinese has no articles, it's undermined if it's 'the' flower or 'a' flower.
3 Caocao, one of the kings during the three kingdoms, he had a two sons, one political power, one smart but not politically prominent. The politically powerful son envied his intelligent brother. Famous for his brilliance, he asked him to compose a poem once you've finished seven steps:

In the pot were soy beans,
underneath was soy bean chaff (used to heat the pot)
Soy beans inside the pot cry,
"We were from the same root,
Why do you cook me so hurriedly?"

Big City

Old house, low-slung drapery, big city is open.
Humble dress, pots boiling, complement new wine.
Horses like dragons, cars like rivers, fill the lanes to the doors.
All come and hustle for a taste of this exotic flavor.

Big City is famous for raising and selling turtles for eating. There was a place that especially cooked fish and turtle, with all traditional family secrets for cooking and serving. This place was situated in a very remote and isolated area. People loved to eat turtle so much, so even though they were far away, it was packed with cars and people. I had an old friend who came to visit me and invited me to Big City to eat turtle and drink.

Friday, September 26, 2014

Fall and response

My dear friend Abbi gave me this picture and wrote a poem as a thank you present for helping her move.

Floral splash
Tendrils of kindness
Friendship blossoms in trouble
Forever friend
Reflects rosy hope











I thought in response, as my grandparents practiced, I would write a poem back. Here it is:


Fiery splash
Leaves of laughter
Friendship sustains through rain and cold
Spiritual sister
Embodies evergreen faith



Saturday, September 06, 2014

The raw and the cooked

A slight departure--more of a sidebar--from translations of grandparent poetry, yet still Chinese-related, is that I learned today that the words for raw (sen1) and cooked (sou2) can be used to describe feelings. Raw is used when things are a bit scary, uncertain, or uncomfortable, while cooked conveys safety, well-doneness, and confidence.

Two links of interest:
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Raw_and_the_Cooked
http://ammaproject.tumblr.com