Born in that summer blood, <br />Riding on a red horse across the hurry flood <br />That would bury certain <br />And make time gain fast, <br />Resting no pace for reviewing the past. <br /> <br />Riots of precocious seeds, <br />Growing like crazy in a wild case, <br />Pink marching, Red invading, Vermilion slaughtering <br />As Scarlet dying <br />On the battlefield of early youth, <br />Who will take the tale-like oath? <br /> <br />Some say heartless and hurtless <br />Is the Rose-child. <br />Who is he, <br />Who is she, <br />Nature tells. <br /> <br />It's a lion wearing the bright moonlight <br />Around the proud neck? <br />Or a serpent hissing foggy words <br />On your side back? <br /> <br />It's a secret undestroyed <br />A fate undestined <br />A love unspoiled <br />A dream unveiled. <br /> <br />Outside the transparent skin <br />Lively wraps the heating lungs within, <br />A small rose strengthening <br />So fair and so keen.<br /><br />Wang Qian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-child/
