Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Saturday, April 9, 2022


It is not that I don't want to live. It is that I don't want to live like this ...

I stare at the ellipsis at the end of her crumpled note. It speaks to me of something unfinished, an unknown void that beckons. I really believed there would have been a love letter to me inside her, but her shame-stricken family had cremated the body.

by the bridge guardrail
hush of snowfall

Drifting Sands, 13, January 2022