Autumn Grapes
by Bing Hua

Your autumn
Is vibrant with a bumper harvest
Your autumn
Is permeated with fruit fragrance over the streets

Can hardly reap your harvest
Or enter your streets

My autumn
Is lonely
Water and fertilize it all alone
Have stumbled into it

After autumn officially arrives
I collect bunches and bunches of purple-red grapes
And taste them
None has your flavor

Those tearful and sweaty grapes
Are not at all sour
They are instead fragrant, succulent, and crystalline

Translation by Yingcai Xu


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