中国大好き

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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