My Fragile Heart Cannot Bear Her Gaze

Lijun Chen

Translated by Lijun Chen

February 16, 2026

My Fragile Heart Cannot Bear Her Gaze

My fragile heart cannot bear her gaze.
The candle in the palm of my hand burns down its last drop of tears.
Wings suspended in the air.

The nocturne is no longer gentle.
Surrender to this world.
Eyes reflect blackened light.

Whose heart is whispering?
Whose pain sings?
dazzling yellow sand that couldn’t recall the desert,
Whose footprints are there?

Rain that misses the ocean,
soaking dreams of the rising moon.
Pupils losing focus, star at the shadows of the blinds.
a dark-green pond, drowns prayers from yesterday.

I want to sing an ode to the past, present, and future, but
my accomplice, the guitar, can’t sound a tune.

Echo
May 3, 2025



You Said

You said enjoy the sunshine the more the better
Foggy clouds cast a hue of gray in the morning
The village still in her dreams
Espresso and croissant were already greeting the passerby
An early-rising Shiba Inu leading its owner on an exploration of First Street
The palm-tree-like streetlights had just extinguished their glow from last night
A skateboard boy crisscrossing the intersection searching for directions
The summer roses swaying in the wind refusing to wither in autumn

Echo
Sep 13, 2025
written in Claremont Village, CA



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I am a seed fallen from a laurel sumac
buried in the deep soil waiting many years for a wildfire
I sensed squirrels squirreling
I smell the raindrops raining
I listened the winds winding

I exposed when the earthquake cracks the earth
I am as hard as a rock, the time leaves no trace on my tough shell

I am in your pocket
starting a diasporic trip cross the sea and the sky
I am the pendent on your chest
witnessing the glories and the calmness over the night and the day

but
I dreamed that
When drought and wilted trees ignite in flames, I break free from my shackles in the scorching heat, and sprout and grow into a laurel sumac tree amidst the torrential rain that extinguishes the raging fire

When I would encounter you

Echo
Dec 6, 2025
Written in California Botanical Garden