The Sunflower
By Rose Lu
Is it the sweet smile
of a newborn baby in dream?
Is it the budding flower
of youth?
No,
It’s the ancient Greek nymph
Clytie
in love with the Sun
She loves him
So her heart turns toward him
from sunrise to sunset.
She loves him
So she looks up to him
till her hairs turn grey
Near or far
It’s measured by the light
Faithful and true
It’s witnessed by Heaven and the Earth.
Van Gogh’s sunflower
has a set value
But that of Clytie’s
is priceless
O
My Apollo
I love you so much
but as a conceited person
I am unable to say
words of love
And all my love
Has gone hidden
In Van Gogh's painting
My love
Is that of Clytie's
that
of
The sunflower
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Based on Fei Ma's Revision
东海仙子：
http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_3f4024480102wm89.html
