Pretty P’ing-yang, you are in England tonight <br />Studying international law and government, <br />But I remain alone in China <br />Draped in the soft glow of a lonely moon <br />With my mind swimming in a pool of dreams <br />While I long to be with you. <br /> <br />Your little brother and sister <br />Are proud of you, <br />Everyone has confidence in your endeavors, <br />I myself adore you <br />But wish we were together. <br /> <br />I walk everyday by the same field <br />Where we first kissed and the flowers blushed, <br />But now they weep because I’m sad. <br /> <br />Perhaps tonight, your English friends <br />Will take you to a concert or a play, <br />Perhaps, you will read poetry in a London bookstore, <br />But I will write you a letter <br />That I cannot afford to mail <br />Since the international rates are high <br />And you know how I work <br />To see that my old parents are well. <br /> <br />Tomorrow, I will gaze at yellow azaleas <br />And pretend I’m caressing your shoulders <br />With kisses and tears. <br /> <br /> Dedicated to Ivy Christou<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pretty-p-ing-yang/
