Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Migrating Birds (Translation of an old poem of mine, 迁徙的鸟, 2006)

black colored silk
tangled at the waist of dirt
the residual nightmare of dawn
a tamed sun
under a few persuasive words
was willingly fooled

black colored turbulence
confused the procession of hunger and cold
It is the blindspot of high and low
of far and near
men with drooping eyelid
with cherished fatigue

black colored north
lost its color
blinded by the gloom
the timeless birds
flying towards an unjustified end
truncated air flow
diseased glance back

- 2006 Beijing, China