Yi Sha
DOVE
In my sights straight in the distance,
a white dove
goes through a fire up to the sky.
Still it flies,
changed into black.
Maybe just its shadow,
its soul
flying. Maybe the ash
can keep the shape of a dove
sailing on.
2000
Translated by MW, 2020
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标签: animals, ashes, birds, black, cremation, death, fire, flying, NPC, people, poetry, reincarnation, shape, sight, soul, transformation, white, 新世纪詩典, 伊沙
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