Here

I love you

 

Live helplessly, bucket water, cook, take medicine on time everyday
Put myself inside when sunny, like placing a piece of dried orange peel
Rotate the flavored teas I drink: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose, lemon
These beautiful things seem to lead me on a path to spring
So I press down the snow in my heart repeatedly
It is too white and too close to spring

Read your poems in the clean yard. A love affair in this world
In a trance as if those fleeting sparrows
While time clean and bright. Not a moment to let sorrow dice my visceral organs
If I send you a book, I won’t send poems
I want to send you a book about plants, about crops
Tell you the difference between rice and cockspur 

Tell you a cockspur’s anxious and fearful
Spring

Originally written in Chinese by Xiuhua Yu