Poetry

aprilxiong4.5

Agnes' SongHow is it over there?How lonely is it?Is it still glowing red at sunset?Are the birds still singing on the way to the forest?Can you receive the letter I dared not send?Can I convey…the confession I dared not make?Will time pass and roses fade?Now it's time to say goodbyeLike the wind that lingers and then goes,just like shadowsTo promises that never came,to the love sealed till the end.To the grass kissing my weary anklesAnd to the tiny footsteps following meIt's time to say goodbyeNow as darkness fallsWill a candle be lit again?Here I pray…nobody shall cry…and for you to know…how deeply I loved youThe long wait in the middle of a hot summer dayAn old path resembling my father's faceEven the lonesome wild flower shyly turning awayHow deeply I lovedHow my heart fluttered at hearing faint songI bless youBefore crossing the black riverWith my soul's last breathI am beginning to dream…a bright sunny morning…again I awake blinded by the light…and meet you…standing by me.

reibureibu5.0

Memory blurring sight by never letting us forget, past details always intruding on the present. Mi-ja forgets and it impedes her life, but in doing so she can always see the now and what is now. A beautiful day, with beautiful flowers and beautiful fruit, untarnished by the cruel task she was meant to complete. A kind man, a generous man, unsullied by the boundaries he crossed yesterday. A child, pure child, sweet child of mine, undefiled by the evil he does not comprehend. Is seeing believing? Without memory we see what's in front of us as they are, exactly as they are, allowing us to love exactly what we see. It is what we do not see, what we remember, that clouds our present sight, the objects of our eyes now never purely what we see. Which is more real?

DirkH4.5

One of the things that intrigues me when I look at my two year old son is his slowly growing command of our language. He struggles, tries and discovers a new realm of possibilities. I feel a bit like that right now. I feel to adequately capture the beauty of this film I need to learn how to speak again. I struggle with the limitations of my vocabulary, waiting for words to come and express the resounding emotions that resonate within this film.In essence I feel like this heartfelt story's protagonist, searching for something against all odds. There are so many layers of warmth, bitterness and sweet sadness in this film that have to be experienced to fully appreciate them.So I'll stop my ramblings and tell you, ney, urge you to watch this.