Poem 5

 

 Four days before the Qiqiao Festival,

I boarded the steamship for America.

Time flew like a shooting arrow.

Already, a cool autumn has passed.

Counting on my fingers, several months have elapsed.

Still I am at the beginning of the road.

I have yet to be interrogated.

My heart is nervous with anticipation.

 

Introduction | Voyage | Family and Dreams | Outpour | Poetry | Conclusion

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