中国大好き

Wang Yiyan
MOON

at a location covered by soft
unceasing wind
this time
you slowly push with your hand
and let me fall like a leaf

over there it isn’t heaven
it isn’t hell
veins and the ground in violent friction
light from a low hanging moon
shiny blood on the skin

one wave after another
resounding wind, though dying down
I know I am alive
from heartbeat and breath

Tr. MW, Febr. 2014

标签： death, life, moon, music, poetry, wind

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