Zhu Jian
SOMEONE SHOULD UNDERSTAND THIS POEM
a bunch of people and I
sat on a wooden bench
to wait for a train.
I fell asleep,
when I woke up,
no-one was there.
a train
in the form of cigarette ash
stood in front.
Tr. MW, April 2016
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标签: ash, cigarette, dream, sleep, station, train, waiting, Zhu Jian, 新世纪诗典, 朱剑
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