Poems : Bing Xin

Infinite Stars

The infinite stars are twinkling—
The dark blue sky,
Why have I never heard their whispers?
In the tranquility,
And in the eclipsed light,
They express their encomiums sincerely

Human beings!
Learn to love each other,
We are all travelers on the long voyage
To the same destination.

My friends!
Why do you think me taciturn?
There is something in the world
Beyond words.

My heart,
Like the solitary boat,
Navigates across
The heaving ocean of time.

The string outside the window
Plucks my heart.
Why is the melody lingering?
It’s the timeless tree’s murmur
The boundless moon light.


Who creates the new continent?
Not the enormous rolling waves,
But the tiny sands beneath it.

My childhood friends:

Sea waves,

Hill shadows,

Resplendent evening glows,

Solemn and stirring trumpets;

Why are we parted

From them nowadays?

Delicate grass!

Be proud of yourself,

Only you can decorate every corner

Of the world

Poems — though bits and pieces —

Are sprays of the sea of learning;

They are also brilliantly embedded,

Like infinite stars,

In the heaven of my

Innermost being.


My little hut,

With daisy growing on the thatch


I would feel the independence

Of the universe!


The most silent moment,

Is after putting the pen up,

Before writing the thought down.


Tell me the way,

My friends!

I am the sea swallow

Across the sea,

Looking for my nest

On the other side of the ocean.

~Bing Xin ( 1900-1999 )

source : poetbingxin.blogspot.com