Verse Verse Hidden in my heart Fear of a poem Poetry is like a Nocturnal In the morning Silence Verse Fear of a poem In my mouth (Ding Wenlin translation) -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Morning Prayer Our hunger Lord ah Day after day Our desire Water There are just Bacon at our feet Night in our eyes Our road Lord ah Lord ah Our road We call by call As we open the Hands (Ding Wenlin translation) -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Green fog That green color of the fog Is a tower Notwithstanding the vague outline of But true Tower body Entrance of a twenty-seven Leads to a ladder Winding turns However, neither the initial step that Nor the ultimate Because the last step Is the first class (Ding Wenlin translation)