中国大好き

Yan Li

EVEN GRIEF HAD TO GROW UP

you leave it, it drags on for how many years

deaths from that time, they have grown up too

obituaries are old enough to have kids

part of me I left in that year also grew

although it became a website that’s blocked

but I have learned to scale the great firewall

and leaf through injustice buried in history

outbursts of wailing have never stopped

on top of the wails there are always new wreaths

all are inadequate for my suspicions about reality:

why can dark and light of the world

toast each other under the neon lamps

why is it every time I take a walk on the street

I always see people whose names are forgotten

reciting the future there on the square

February 2014

Tr. MW, July 2014

标签： censorship, death, history, light, memory, poetry, reality, square, street, tam25, world, Yan Li, 严力

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