Foreign Language by Mary Tang


There is no word to pronounce

what you can’t perceive

There is no word in your tongue

to say what I want to reveal

(blank) is a blank to you and me

(blank) is less than an inch

(blank) means more than destiny

(blank) is the edge of the sea

(blank) means we part too soon

(blank) is not just fate

(blank) says it is not to be

(blank) means we met too late

(blank) biles bitter

(blank) bares my heart

That inch that divides us

is the void that keeps us apart

(c)  Mary Tang 鄧許文蘭



About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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7 Responses to Foreign Language by Mary Tang

  1. Such a small, insurmountable, measure

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  2. taphian says:

    Wonderful poem, dear Mary. Have a nice day, kind regards Mitza

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  3. oglach says:

    This has many layers. It’s a sophisticated poem but at the same time searing.

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