Poem: I Am Going to Sunset Street

I am going to Sunset Street, 

I’ll be weeping before I reach. 

See the clouds pass in a fleet, 

And the heavens inside of each. 

I’ll be passing through Hyde Park, 

Poking around a withered lawn. 

Thither find my neighbor’s lark, 

Supply me with every dawn. 

Goldfish and boulders in a vessel 

Behind bars of iron brown, 

My arms went in their little cell, 

Paints of rust I brought all along. 

The anemone are in the courtyard, 

Like the colors of an old movie. 

Hardy banana leaves nodding hard, 

By the walls a summer blowing free. 

When rain did seep the pillows wet, 

Leaving the street shards of glass, 

When sun took color from my watch, 

For I wore it too often in the wind. 

You fondled with my heart so dearly, 

And time, time is costly, 

On my sofa when memories ebb, 

On the Street of Heavenly Sunset.

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BENJAMIN ZHENG ‘21 (HE/HIM)

Benjamin Zheng is a senior boarding student from Shanghai, China. As a self-asserted philanthropist, he throws himself at the advancement of humanity, whilst his friends regard him as an anarchist loon, a libertarian beyond redemption, or a some-time poet.  

Contact Benjamin at benjamin.zheng@indiansprings.org