He showed his son a black and white photo of his Chinese paramour taken some time near the end of WW II in northern Ontario. She was seated in a canoe, facing him, the photographer, wooing the camera and seducing him.
His son asked his father, “Must I know?” His father then pulled out of his wallet a small note which he had been carrying for over 60 years. But time has erased her cursive script, leaving blanks where words once were but still you could see the remnants of a poem.
With the help of Google and Photoshop, his son reconstructed this poem which is a tribute to their love and is our Love Story #1 today:
Take a lump of clay. Wet it, pat it.
Make an image of me and an image of you.
Then smash them into pieces and add a little water.
And re-make them into an image of you…
And an image of me…
Then in my clay, there is a little of you.
And in your clay, there is a little of me.
And nothing ever shall us sever.
Living, we will sleep under the same quilt.
And in death, we will be buried together.
Kuan Tao-sheng, Poetess and Painter (1263-1319)
Happy Valentine’s Day 2011!
In memory of my dear friend and of his father…