洋葱 Onion

 

They say
What's so great about
An onion? Serves it right
to be criticized so very often lately
It's got homely clothes on, all right
but its name sounds suspiciously alien
and its background is no good, strip off one layer
there is yet another layer, with nothing much inside
nothing the people will call substance, mere formalist!
In the end they use some harsh words, and do away with this
simpleton good-far-nothing. I, who spend all my time cooking,
peel off one layer after another, different shapes, with no clear aims
absented - minded I got my hands stained with sourness , not wanting just
to speak with metaphors. My eyes were a little itchy, not because
of grand and sublime feelings. One layer on top of another, not
all ordinary things are the same. Sometimes thin, sometimes
thick, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, the slightest
change slips out of habit models, daily life needs
attention too. You and I indeed are different.
The process of peeling has also touched me
That pungeance that sweetness so sharp so
mixed. I look for new words to explain
it but they keep saying it's too easy
to bare yourself for all to see
They, in robes, sipping tea,
talk about refined trivia
solve lantern riddles
I go after other
Words



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