Page 15 - Dragon&Fairy in Poetry
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Thanh Thanh
MY VISION
Would you examine my eyes?
There is something strange to arise:
Partly cerulean in the bright moon,
Partly rosy with the summer sun to tune,
Partly yellow like a dry afternoon.
Examine my eyes, would you?
There is some scintillating hue,
But not leucoma at all
Nor cataract as you call.
Examine my eyes, please.
There is something not at ease:
Neither myopia
Nor presbyopia
Nor even astigmatism, so-and-so.
The corneas are still clear, I know:
My eyes are still pure…
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