The Widow’s Grief in Autumn

(After William Carlos Williams)

By:  Chengyu Huang

Grief is my secret garden

where the frost

the dew and fallen leaves

falling as they have fallen

often end before they start

with the howling birds

that danced around me those years.

For years

I used to be with you.

the road you used to walk with me before

with hesitation of moving forward.

Bright moon on the sky

load the unconscious stars

and brought me my lonely soul

despair and even death

but the unconsciousness in my heart

is stronger than the full moon

for though it was my relief

slowly, the moment I look into the water reflection

and wiped my tears.

Today I dreamed sound

on the part where you laid,

in the warmest corner in my want

in the shadow behind the moon light, I dreamed

you and I were back together.

I pretend that I prefer to

choose to forget

and throw my soul into my secret garden

and place myself beside you forever.