中国大好き

Yang Jian
EMPTY GRAVES

there are many empty graves in my country,
in empty graves nothing is there,
only earth and more earth.

you are afraid of ghosts,
you fear the ghosts are going to stir.
in our hearts we have buried those empty graves.

in autumn you cover your grave with weeds,
and when it breaks out,
you hide it right where its shows its first page.

in my country,
if the grass has a sound, it’s the sound of the wanderer,
it’s just the sunset sound in the desert.

my country is full of empty graves,
in empty graves nothing is there,
only weeds and more weeds.

2012
Tr. MW, August 2014

标签： autumn, country, death, earth, ghosts, grass, graves, memory, poetry, sound, sunset, weeds, Yang Jian, 杨健

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