I knew Parker only through his son Ben. When we adopted our daughter from China he agreed to write a letter in elegant Chinese to the orphanage director expressing our pleasure at the good care she had received there.
I rarely saw Ben's father out of the company of Ben's mother. They seemed a matched set.
Best wishes to Ben and his whole family.
It is a hard thing to lose a father. I learned that five years ago.
--Jack Belkin
After A Heavy Snow
By Parker Po-Fei Huang
A bank of whiteness
Is all I see. Have I
tossed away the world
or the world me? Or
is it just a single
moment that I stand on
a sheer precipice
with clouds passing
through me?
Some mists sweep the
sky. Some stars elicit
serenity. I feel that
I am gathering the
reflections of a flower
in the water and that of
the moon in the mirror—
no scent, no motion,
yet I sense eternity.
I stop breathing lest
I wake myself. From
where, of what world,
have I come here? I
turn my head and see
there are only footprints
that follow me.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
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