An Empty Place to Stay

If I were a poet
of love, I would make
a poem for your eyes as clear
as the transparent water in the marble pool.

And in my water poem
this is what I would say:

"I know your eyes do not answer mine,
they look and do not question when they look:
your clear eyes, your eyes have
the calm and good light,
the good light of the blossoming world, that I saw
one day from the arms of my mother."

----Antomio Machado

送给我亲爱的大黑兔，情人节快乐！

With you came a sorrow still
unknown to me. Ater a lifetime
of waiting

It came from your eyes into mine
from your hands under my coat
it came
and i let it in

Finally i saw that everything
would pass like this day
above land i love

I'm not saying that it's bad
I'm just saying what i think
I saw.

--Rutger Kopland